[Brows furrowed, he looks at Eustace's shoulder. It really isn't that bad, but the ice is concerning. That would thaw, but waiting for it would be hell - frost burns and all. Though, it might not melt easy either.]
The hell you will. You got shot as a bird!
[Daggers away, he crosses his arms and taps his foot.]
He's not going anywhere or doing anything for maybe an hour.
[He continues to scowl, frustrated and still tapping his foot.]
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The hell you will. You got shot as a bird!
[Daggers away, he crosses his arms and taps his foot.]
He's not going anywhere or doing anything for maybe an hour.
[He continues to scowl, frustrated and still tapping his foot.]