"Yeah... yeah, definitely wash it out," Tal agreed, swallowing hard as the Healing did its job at reducing the external damage. He flopped down onto the sand beside the White Knight and gave him a second burst from the ring to clear up the lingering results of a neck wound, just in case. The thought of the Bastion hunting him down because he'd left a new scar on his husband was enough to make the courier look a little pale beneath his brown skin.
He managed a weak smile at the demigod's praise however, trying to straighten up a little beneath Ronin's regard. "Thanks, Ronin. That means a lot, comin' from you!" He reached up to rub the back of his own neck sheepishly. "Even if th'last one was more of an accident... An' you're pretty sharp with those hooves o' yours!" He'd certainly caught Tal right in the sweet spot with them!
He managed a weak smile at the demigod's praise however, trying to straighten up a little beneath Ronin's regard. "Thanks, Ronin. That means a lot, comin' from you!" He reached up to rub the back of his own neck sheepishly. "Even if th'last one was more of an accident... An' you're pretty sharp with those hooves o' yours!" He'd certainly caught Tal right in the sweet spot with them!
