The problem with having the breath knocked out of you was that you couldn't even groan properly. Tal wheezed instead, the breath whistling in his throat as he decompressed his ribs and slowly sat up, patting himself to make sure everything was still properly attached.
Sah's question might have been met with a more flippant answer if the other man hadn't broken off into a gasp of his own. Pale grey eyes sharpened on the hunter with what might have been concern, but as he just broke into a Deepfrost coughing fit Tal slowly relaxed and made his way over to the stag to begin butchering it into the meat they'd be taking back for LongNight supplies. "Yeah, yeah, doin' better'n you," he waved (though he kept a surreptitious glance back to make sure it was just a coughing fit and not anything more serious). "Might not even have bruises, actually." And if there was a note of genuine surprise in his voice, it was well-earned.
This had been one fucker of a quest so far.
Even with two of them working together and all three companions begging for scrapshelping, dressing three luxere wasn't quick. The brief sun of Deepfrost was already sinking into the west by the time they loaded up their Bags of Holding and headed home with their provisions for the coming dark.
Sah's question might have been met with a more flippant answer if the other man hadn't broken off into a gasp of his own. Pale grey eyes sharpened on the hunter with what might have been concern, but as he just broke into a Deepfrost coughing fit Tal slowly relaxed and made his way over to the stag to begin butchering it into the meat they'd be taking back for LongNight supplies. "Yeah, yeah, doin' better'n you," he waved (though he kept a surreptitious glance back to make sure it was just a coughing fit and not anything more serious). "Might not even have bruises, actually." And if there was a note of genuine surprise in his voice, it was well-earned.
This had been one fucker of a quest so far.
Even with two of them working together and all three companions begging for scrapshelping, dressing three luxere wasn't quick. The brief sun of Deepfrost was already sinking into the west by the time they loaded up their Bags of Holding and headed home with their provisions for the coming dark.
