He trusts her to it, slowly and steadily getting to his feet with minimum pain. It's much better than waking up in a cornbed and crawling his way towards the house. His pace is slow, each step testing how much weight he can put on himself. The left side is stronger than the right, but it sort of feels like more of the injury is on the right side of his back, so at least something makes sense.

But oh no, he shoots Jyn a concerned look, because his wife is still in pain. Like, of course she is, but to hear her say it is always worrisome. "Of course, Jyn, I will do what I can."

He's not sure he'll be able to... sit. The bend might stretch the wounds too much, at least right now, but he can probably do a little bit of a massage laying down if need be. It takes them longer than he'd like to reach the second bed, and Jyn does the same as before, giving careful instructions and helping him settle down on the bed, this time ready to be on his back after reassuring him the pressure would help with the pain.

He was right, it does pinch and hurt the stitched up wounds to curl at the waist, but it's the kind of hurt that only feels temporary. The wounds are high up, by tomorrow he thinks he'll be more mobile. He closes his eyes briefly, exhaling from the effort of moving. He sounds apologetic. "You might have to come in close for it."