It's a smart choice on Aang's part. Clint doesn't take sympathy well, and though he'd take it better from a kid, he's halfway to snapping like a cornered dog. The cheer though, that's -- curious, a quiet relief. Clint shifts into that like a sunflower to sun, features still creased with pain, but easier now.

"A bit, yeah." More than a bit, but he was always a checkers kinda guy. "Where'd you find one?"