[Narvin's smile twitches a little bit broader and his eyes glint a little bit brighter at the joke.]
Indeed. Lucky for me they weren't shooting grenades. A simple puncture wound will heal quickly enough.
[He'd come to say good bye in person, but now that they're both here he's having a devil of a time getting around to actually saying it. He wants to express...something, maybe an emotion, show gratitude for the friendship. But words don't emerge. On a far off landing pad, a ship takes off, kicking up a breeze and stirring his hair. He runs his right hand over his head and clears his throat.]
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Indeed. Lucky for me they weren't shooting grenades. A simple puncture wound will heal quickly enough.
[He'd come to say good bye in person, but now that they're both here he's having a devil of a time getting around to actually saying it. He wants to express...something, maybe an emotion, show gratitude for the friendship. But words don't emerge. On a far off landing pad, a ship takes off, kicking up a breeze and stirring his hair. He runs his right hand over his head and clears his throat.]