He blinked at her a few times, gaze wandering over her bandaged hands while a concern frown tugged down the corners of his lips. Now or later, huh... With a shake of his head and an implicit understanding of what Heather's question meant, he pulled himself into a cheerful grin again and pushed away from the couch, climbing to his feet and dusting his shoulders off.

"Later," he said. He would be in Goldenrod for a while, after all. He could easily ask her for the story later, when they weren't surrounded by people. "I have an empire to save right now."

And with that, he reached out to snatch the remaining cushion off the couch while Heather was still seated on it, aiming to pull her off of his 'empire' in the process.