[He's presently in the sort of mental state where it's hard to know how to deal with someone being straightforwardly helpful - he shakes his head a little to himself, touching his jaw gingerly. There will be a bruise there later, he's sure of it.]
You... You were pulled through as well, then?
[His words are tense and clipped, but not aggressive - not towards her at least. He keeps having the impulse to reach for his lance, but it isn't there, a pit of emptiness at his back and in his hand. It's been so long since he wasn't armed that it feels shocking to be without it, like the air around him is too thin, and his skin is too sensitive.
This is helplessness he hasn't felt in some time.]
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You... You were pulled through as well, then?
[His words are tense and clipped, but not aggressive - not towards her at least. He keeps having the impulse to reach for his lance, but it isn't there, a pit of emptiness at his back and in his hand. It's been so long since he wasn't armed that it feels shocking to be without it, like the air around him is too thin, and his skin is too sensitive.
This is helplessness he hasn't felt in some time.]