[Uh-huh. Ignore his insight, why don't you. Stephen won't waste his breath much more on the matter, especially if the words are just going to roll off like rainwater on armor.
Besides, he's already trying to wrangle one bandit onto the back of his horse, with ample help from a sentient cloak that does most of the heavy lifting. It wraps around the man, who's still muttering all sorts of colorful insults in Stephen's direction, lifting him up and placing him on the back of his horse. The doctor reaches out to situate him in a more balanced way, so that he doesn't fall off and go tumbling down a mountainside slope on the way back, straining the muscles in his hands as he works.]
Sure. Pile them up on the back of my horse, just like you see in a Western.
[Though he ultimately chooses to go the more logical route; the third bandit will simply be wrapped up and carried mid-air by his cloak, more than willing to travel behind them on the journey back. It floats beside the two men once it has its prize twisted up in its cloth, ready to go.]
no subject
Besides, he's already trying to wrangle one bandit onto the back of his horse, with ample help from a sentient cloak that does most of the heavy lifting. It wraps around the man, who's still muttering all sorts of colorful insults in Stephen's direction, lifting him up and placing him on the back of his horse. The doctor reaches out to situate him in a more balanced way, so that he doesn't fall off and go tumbling down a mountainside slope on the way back, straining the muscles in his hands as he works.]
Sure. Pile them up on the back of my horse, just like you see in a Western.
[Though he ultimately chooses to go the more logical route; the third bandit will simply be wrapped up and carried mid-air by his cloak, more than willing to travel behind them on the journey back. It floats beside the two men once it has its prize twisted up in its cloth, ready to go.]