[New Appleloosa]

Lucky smiles cheekily. "Aw, despite all the growls and glares, you're concerned for me. That's so touching." He chuckles, and taps a hoof to the side of his head. "I'll be fine. I need to change my bandages in a bit, anyway, and that should heal any damage you might have caused. But seriously, don't worry about it." He gives a small shrug, and averts his gaze. "I deserved it anyway."

Lucky sits down on the bed, and gives a small laugh. "Besides, you'd have to try a lot harder to actually kill me. I finally know where most of these scars came from, and if that stuff didn't kill me, I doubt a rifle stock to the skull will do to the trick..."