"You really don't need to yell. I'm right here," Newt answers softly. He isn't sure what he's feeling is pain. Or maybe he expected it to her a lot more than it actually did, which doesn't say much to the severity of it all.

Though he will note that he can barely keep himself standing. Well, that's unfortunate. His legs shake as he leans most of his weight on the other. He's really quite tired, he thinks. "Are we done? I'm tired, Theseus." Yes, this is the real issue.

Maybe he's a little bit more out of it than he realized. This probably does nothing to assuage Theseus' worries.