He weighs the offer seriously, taking a moment to peer out into the rain at the grey figures that are still running drills. “There seems to be no sign of them stopping, poor buggers,” he says with a slight chuckle that clearly insinuates the Fixer doesn’t envy their predicament.
Turning back to Seren, Falke nods and accepts the offer, though he gives her bandaged hands a bit of a look. “I’ve no doubt your capable and would be happy to learn, but let’s not hurt those any more, yeah? Dr. Hart and the Captain would be very displeased if I hindered your healing.” But even as he declares the necessary caveat, he takes the cane in his right hand, holding it awkwardly at the end.
“Okay Umbra,” he says to the splashing dragon with one cheeky eye on his companion. “I’m ready. Just be careful with my right hip.”
