[Counterpoint—they could just not talk about it and maybe it won't bite them in the ass later. That's looking pretty attractive right now, against what ought to be his better judgment. Jester seems fine, which is a relief. As for himself—]
I'm— [He stretches out his side experimentally and winces. Verdict—] Yeah, I'm fine. Great. Just, uh. Y'know. Keeping an eye on morale.
[He lays his accent on think in the last sentence to punctuate how fine he is. (Yeah, okay.) But given the circumstances, given how gunshy he's been feeling about all this...it's fine enough that he figures she ought to wait on it if she's feeling tapped compared to usual. Until they know they're out of the woods. He'll be okay if they just take a breather before they get on with things. So he leans back and breathes a moment. Hesitates a beat, but then, cautiously—]
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I'm— [He stretches out his side experimentally and winces. Verdict—] Yeah, I'm fine. Great. Just, uh. Y'know. Keeping an eye on morale.
[He lays his accent on think in the last sentence to punctuate how fine he is. (Yeah, okay.) But given the circumstances, given how gunshy he's been feeling about all this...it's fine enough that he figures she ought to wait on it if she's feeling tapped compared to usual. Until they know they're out of the woods. He'll be okay if they just take a breather before they get on with things. So he leans back and breathes a moment. Hesitates a beat, but then, cautiously—]
So you, uh. You felt that too, huh?
[That things are...not the same.]