"I should be," He replies with a nod, wincing in pain as he feels one of the pieces of kryptonite shift slightly. "I-I heal quickly." But he needs them out first, that much is clear, as a wet, throaty cough tears it's way out of him.

There is a faint green glow coming from the wounds with kryptonite still in him, brighter in some places where the shards are closer to the surface. Other places, the shards are in deeply enough that it's going to take tools they don't have here to remove them.