20.Jan.14, 07:43 AM
S'cer couldn't hide his smile; of course she would ask a question like that! He had grown accustomed to the green's dreamy observation of life around her, but every so often she managed to surprise him with an off-the-wall question. "I'm well enough," he said, lifting a shoulder in a vague shrug. "Broken ribs and a concussion, as well as a gash on the calf that'll scar. It could have been much worse."
Quelseth was put more at ease by Mizeath's lazy sprawl, and she allowed herself to relax as well, relaxing her muscles.
"Are you well?" S'cer wasn't used to niceties, but he knew it was polite to ask after Ameris' health if she asked after his. "Despite all this talk of going North, I still hardly believe it." A small, bitter smile was playing at the corners of his mouth, and S'cer cleared his throat to get rid of it. "It will be nice to have normal weather. It's far too hot here!"