Let's be real: they needed laughter more than anything else right now. He welcomed it, though there might have been a brief scowl at the mention of how he looked. Don't remind him.

"Nah, more like I fell on a house." In. In, not on, but it was close enough. He leaned back until he was lying on the cot, wincing a little because it wasn't horizontal, no, and he could feel the edges hitting his already sore back. It was such a dumb story, no heroic battles, no big explosions, no real soldier stuff. Just--

"I was helping the villagers rebuild their shit after we sort of destroyed it in the fights. The roof decided I was way too awesome to keep holding up, and it broke apart under my feet. Hurt. Like. A. Bitch." He smirked a little. "This is why folks don't do charity work."