He hadn't expected any push-back on that part. Fighting is what they do, after all, there's no logical reason to be shouldering it all. Donnie frowns, trying to pull his arm back.

"Why? I feel better- you...you healed me. I can still fight. You're the one who's hurt," he points out. He grips his staff tighter as they near the opening, glancing anxiously as things begin to flicker and fade like a mirage.