Chara unconsiously mirrors the motion, although with not as much force, fingertips touching their skull. Nothing stings under the touch, but they knew that, didn't they? They withdraw their hand to their side. Why're you acting weird, you hit your head or something? is not new to them.

"The swelling down," they finish, because they can't not apparently, even if it only makes things worse. "No, they did not. I do not require ice, thank you."

They... the strange dog comes into the room, and Chara coughs, chokes, a stifled bark of a sound. The stare makes their recent bite seem to tingle, but it seems more friendly now. They indulge in sliding a sympathetic glance, a brief slide of the eyes towards and away.