[ And all easygoing niceness will drop right off Sora's face for that because bud? Buddy? Pal? Friend? Compadre? That isn't just roughed up.

Sora opens his mouth, then slaps a hand over his mouth. It's not really horror, it's more like he was just about to say something and then realized better. ]

Lay down. [ Is the first thing he says after removing his hand. ] How did you make it here like that, are you - aw, geez. [ Fortunately, there are a few extra clean rags left from either the armfuls Sora brought down or the ones Misty brought with. He seizes one that looks like it was part of a towel once upon a time, pours some water from the pitcher, and starts cleaning anything that doesn't look too raw. ] I can heal things, but I can't, like, disinfect too good, Alisaie hasn't shown me the spell for that. Fjord, are you kidding me?