[ Kimmuriel is similarly taking stock, noting with some relief that Jarlaxle has, at the very least, escaped significant injury. If he did, no doubt he'd be complaining about it. He doesn't ask whether Jarlaxle has learned anything from this because he's fairly certain that if he was presented with the same scenario, Jarlaxle would do it all over again.
He doesn't grimace or flinch when Jarlaxle reminds him of his own injury, but his body language does get just a little stiffer as he stops ignoring the fresh throb of pain currently lancing down his arm. That is a problem - he needs his hands to work, after all - but it's not a problem that requires what he thinks of as excessive fussing (aka 'any attention at all'). ]
Nothing is broken. It will heal.
And yourself? The creature almost rolled atop you. [ His own tone is serious, flat, as usual. Maybe just a little concern peeking through, for once. Maybe. ]
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He doesn't grimace or flinch when Jarlaxle reminds him of his own injury, but his body language does get just a little stiffer as he stops ignoring the fresh throb of pain currently lancing down his arm. That is a problem - he needs his hands to work, after all - but it's not a problem that requires what he thinks of as excessive fussing (aka 'any attention at all'). ]
Nothing is broken. It will heal.
And yourself? The creature almost rolled atop you. [ His own tone is serious, flat, as usual. Maybe just a little concern peeking through, for once. Maybe. ]