Karkat frowns to see his ancestor going for his medkit. It was fine when Feferi did it, necessary even, but it feels excessive when he's not currently in danger of a slow, painful death. He tries to wave it off.

"I got the shit kicked out of me at the Cornucopia," he explains, inasmuch as something that minimal can be considered such. "Don't know who did it because of the helmets, and after I got them away from me they didn't come back. I just got my shit, got inside, and... fell unconscious, I guess? Feferi found me - I didn't even know she was here - and next thing I knew she was bandaging me up. She's got Life powers, so at least I'm not dead."

Which is as much as he can diminish it. He really thought he was going to die with the condition he was in. There's nothing quite as awful as feeling stupid for even trying to get supplies when you can barely drag yourself past the entrance. Without gravity everything was easier, but inside, crawling and having to drag his broken leg... How can he admit how weak and scared he felt? It's in the past, beyond him, and being a troll of Alternia means he doesn't even want to look as weak as bringing it up would entail.

"The rest was just..." He waves his hand. "Fighting off other things in here, that junk. And getting slammed around with the gravity fuckery that's been going on lately."