Not as much as it was. Promising isn't quite the word he'd use for that, but it doesn't feel as bad as it did before. Her concern is apt, as well, and it's that which makes him give it proper concern.

"... Okay. Help me?" he asks, looking at her again. He doesn't know how much he'll need before he's actually up, but in the way of everything hurting, he doesn't yet want to contemplate trying unaided. Still, he does shift his limbs in preparation for standing, trying at least to get his good leg in a position where he can put his weight on that foot.