Damien nods to Duke Vale in understanding but doesn't feel convinced that he's fine. So he let's it go for now when he steps out of the room. Taking a drink of the glass he had in hand. 

When Duke Vale stepped back in, he followed his movement as he sat back down. Damien thought about Duke Vale's question, looking at the glass he's holding in his lap. "I remember everything well up until I got shot." A hand moved from the glass to his abdomen when he remembered feeling the pain. "It felt like a haze after. I remember wanting to get back up. To protect Ana till she helped everyone in the ballroom. That's it sadly. I don't remember anything else."