If he was injured severely he would have never escaped Hel. He would have been ripped to tiny bits and bobs. Hence why his biggest concern? Whether or not he can drink his weight in wine after getting something to eat and cleaned up.

"Yes, not much though. The secret to making it was lost long ago," he drained the other half of the bottle. It made a world of difference, he felt a hundred times better already, "You can find little broken things often enough, but full things? Not really. A few years back I found these things, the Builders apparently called them 'shades'? Tinted plasteek ovals in a frame, they went over your eyes like so," he held his hands over his eyes in demonstration, "Dimmed the bright sun. I lost them in a bet though and the glassmaker I went to never could make a pair quite right."

Yes the medieval prince is talking about wearing a sweet pair of sunglasses. He thought they looked good on him too. And he liked looking good. Plus they made horse rides so much more pleasant. He'd been crushed when he had to go back to squinting.