"This is why you always have to remember your manners, Randal," Alderon said with a smirk. He huffed, sitting completely up and twisting his upper body to the left and right to stretch his back. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."
He looked at his arm, once again with the white markings on it, and frowned slightly. Glancing over at Eckhart and Griselda, the elf chuckled. The boy was incredibly skittish, yet he seemed to not be as afraid of her as Alderon had originally expected. Curious, he thought.
The large woman approached Alderon and Randal, her eyes peering down at the man. "I know what you're going to say," he said, looking up at her. Quickly realizing his slip, he simply went quiet for a few seconds and smiled, making it seem like it was an intention mockery.
Why the fuck hasn't she beaten me to a pulp so far? Alderon asked himself, shaking his head with a chuckle.
"I know what you're thinking," he corrected, "but in my defense, the rat - I'm sorry, the cat - was the one who made it physical. I made sure no one got hurt! Well, other than yours truly." He touched his lip and grinned. Alderon reached his hand towards Griselda from the floor. "Come now, my prodigious protector! Help a man back on his feet?"