He hadn't expected his weapon to be needed, but he was suddenly damned glad that he'd followed Evie's orders instead of his gut. He wiped sweat and blood from his forehead and grimaced, but waved at Sah to indicate that he was fine. Well... not fine, but he'd survive.
"Thanks," he offered gruffly to Evie, not quite willing to meet her eyes as he put his Dagger away, but now that they were out of the thick of combat and the soul-chilling despair wasn't pushing down on his chest he could at least get the word out properly. 'For. Um. Savin' me." And it wasn't easy to admit that either. But he did it. Somehow.
And while he might have wanted to cry earlier when Ludo's mischief had shrunk the bear without hurting it, suddenly he realized just how important the masked god's work had been as he moved over to examine the carcass - not from too close, though. "...This'll be a lot easier t'clean up'n that fucker in Torchline," he said approvingly. "Get that blood frozen before it can sink into th'ground, though." That's what he remembered from Flora's lesson in toxic spill mitigation, at least.
And then, grudgingly, because he still fucking hurt, he abandoned the Ursur and its spoils and went to offer Noah a hand up. It was the hand with his Healing ring, and he'd activate it to give the Forsaken a boost if he accepted the courier's help. "We gotta lotta teamwork t'practice," was all he said, all prickly edges and grouchy resignation once more.
And after he and Sah had some time to chat about upcoming meetings, there'd be even more reason for it.
Tal doesn't take an item.
"Thanks," he offered gruffly to Evie, not quite willing to meet her eyes as he put his Dagger away, but now that they were out of the thick of combat and the soul-chilling despair wasn't pushing down on his chest he could at least get the word out properly. 'For. Um. Savin' me." And it wasn't easy to admit that either. But he did it. Somehow.
And while he might have wanted to cry earlier when Ludo's mischief had shrunk the bear without hurting it, suddenly he realized just how important the masked god's work had been as he moved over to examine the carcass - not from too close, though. "...This'll be a lot easier t'clean up'n that fucker in Torchline," he said approvingly. "Get that blood frozen before it can sink into th'ground, though." That's what he remembered from Flora's lesson in toxic spill mitigation, at least.
And then, grudgingly, because he still fucking hurt, he abandoned the Ursur and its spoils and went to offer Noah a hand up. It was the hand with his Healing ring, and he'd activate it to give the Forsaken a boost if he accepted the courier's help. "We gotta lotta teamwork t'practice," was all he said, all prickly edges and grouchy resignation once more.
And after he and Sah had some time to chat about upcoming meetings, there'd be even more reason for it.
Tal doesn't take an item.
