"No, no, don't be sorry," Lexie says quickly, giving one fervent shake of her head, though she can't mask the concern in her voice. A lot of it makes no sense — waiting for her to heal, and vervain, which sounds vaguely familiar but not anything she can place — but that isn't the point. At least it all makes it seem unlikely that there are any serious injuries she's overlooking. "So you were healing? You're not... shot now?"