I am too. Can ya imagine how much of a hard time the Don would give me if I actually started actin' as old as I complain about bein'?

[It's a light joke to lessen the impact of what he's saying, but he knows Yeager can read between the lines. It was only for a short time, but when his blastia was damaged, he was well and truly crippled by it. His breathing was erratic and painful, and he could barely sustain himself for very long without tiring out. If that damage had remained, he'd...be in a pretty bad spot.

Thankfully, as Yeager has witnessed for himself, it's completely fine. Raven never thought he'd see something like that a blessing, but he really does now.

He's about to say it's no problem, but then Yeager throws that offer out there and it completely catches him off guard. He's well aware that Yeager is even more protective of his blastia than he is, so that's... He really has no idea what to do with that for a moment. His own gaze drifts downward as the buttons on his shirt suddenly become fascinating to fiddle with.]

W-What's all this about now? I shouldn't have a reason ta worry about yer own blastia...right?

[That's not saying he wouldn't want to, but like... Listen, Yeager's throwing him for a loop here.]