He grunted as her fist met his gut and he seethed through is teeth, standing up and gently setting her down. he hobbled a little, clutching his stomach and head. "Gosh, Remi... you have one fist...."
He nodded slowly in compliance and sat at the other end of the cell. With a grunt he sat down, wincing, still not fully awake. His eyes drooped and he rubbed them, sniffling back.. "So..," he began with exhaustion. "You okay? Are you hurt?"
He watched her from the corner, his eyes drooping.
He grimaced. "I could sneak some food in for you, ya know."
He grimaced and rubbed his bed head. "Sorry I startled you."
Grew sighed. "You sort of looked uncomfortable last night so I helped situate you into a better position. At the time you seemed okay, and it was nothing... Sappy..."
"Don't call me sir." He reminded.
He glances up at him. "Tell them to run laps. I'll be right there."