Tal nodded in resignation, his scowl still lingering as he sheathed the Dagger and then shook himself like one of his sled dogs to chase the memory of pain away. "Well, Its point is fuckin' made. Gettin' stabbed with this thing is no joke." He patted the Dagger's handle gingerly and then turned his full attention to Sah as the other man offered support - both emotional and of a more physical kind, and the courier's scowl lifted.
"Hey, thanks. I'll do that. An' in th'meantime, maybe we can get a little sparrin' in ourselves? Might as well work up an appetite if you're comin' over for dinner after," he said teasingly. "Might be your last chance for awhile, so better make th'most o' it!"
He stepped back and brought his hands up, fingers curled into loose fists as he aimed a playful jab at his friend's shoulder. He wasn't trying to hit him hard, but he was going to hit him if the Abandoned didn't try to dodge or block!
"Hey, thanks. I'll do that. An' in th'meantime, maybe we can get a little sparrin' in ourselves? Might as well work up an appetite if you're comin' over for dinner after," he said teasingly. "Might be your last chance for awhile, so better make th'most o' it!"
He stepped back and brought his hands up, fingers curled into loose fists as he aimed a playful jab at his friend's shoulder. He wasn't trying to hit him hard, but he was going to hit him if the Abandoned didn't try to dodge or block!
