[Gale has the dubious honor of passing by right when Garrus gets a particularly stubborn bit of flora stuck to his talon. And he's shaking it. Trying to shake it off in the way people do before they suck it up and use their other hand. Very dignified moment, right there.]

[The familiar voice has him looking up, and his own expression creases into a weary sort of grin too. Neither of them look their best at the moment, visible skin around his eyes, the thin places of hide a little paler. A little sunken.]

Hey, I'm not up and around... this is as close to rest as I'm going to get.

[He catches Gale's look, and his mandible flutters in embarrassment. The leg's wrapped, it's not bleeding anymore, that's probably fine, right.]

But it's good to see you. I heard you were in the same boat?