"No." He traces his fingertips over the bandages once almost absently. "I can heal from minor things on my own. Everyone majorly hurt should come first. We don't know if the fighting has ceased or if we'll have to defend the Shelter." The cuts and bruising suck but he can live with it. Shiro sits up and winces hard, hand falling to his ribs.

He slowly lets his breath out. "I'm fine. I'll just have to take it easy and not shift shape for a while." Shiro smiles just to be reassuring. His face is a few shades paler than it had been. "And rest a lot. Like I said, I got an education on my mortality."