[well that's noticeable. Mikleo considers touching his shoulder again, but initiating contact with people he doesn't know -- barring emergencies like that flareup -- isn't going to come naturally to him for a while. he does sound concerned, though]

Okay. You should probably drink some water to clear the smoke out of your throat, at least, since I suppose we don't have a lot of proper medication here, but--okay.

[hesitates, and then adds]

That's really not the worst magical mishap I've seen in my life, though, promise. You'll probably be fine once you get the hang of it.