I frown when he grabs and tugs at my arm, my ears feeling hot from angry embarrassment, mild though it is. I held my own just fine, despite the wound; not my fault Basco doesn't have a scratch on him and I end up bleeding all over everything.

I do consent to him dragging me along back to the Galleon though. There's not much else we can do on this planet, and it will be nice to stop bleeding all over myself.

I flop down on the couch when we arrive in the main room, slouching down dejectedly, and set about rolling back my sleeve, hissing a bit when the wound stings.