It was just a minor leg injury, I'm okay. [She took a homing and traveling bullet to the knee, it shattered her kneecap and tore through the muscles, nerves, and tendons down the length of her calf.

There's no trace of that left now. It may take much longer than it used to, but self-regeneration is nevertheless a very convenient ability.]

How about you? We could talk in person too, if you'd like. Maybe over tea?

[The reply is mild and easy. Since he seems receptive to conversation and somehow has interest in her well-being, wouldn't this be better done face to face? A walk for some fresh air would be an option too, Ciel just has a personal tendency of defaulting to tea. An "old" habit.]