"'He' is sitting right here, you know." Amazingly, Dain laughs -- if Tuo is able to be glib, he must be none the worse for wear -- and Dain's following tone is apologetic. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Are you going to be alright?"

Whichever the question, Lorne answers it. Dain listens quietly, considers the wisdom of coming to see Tuo in a few days to make sure the injury is healing well -- as with everything recently, it will depend on what the soldiers do. And speaking of those soldiers, Dain should really go and make sure this won't result in anything worse for anyone else, sooner rather than later, and reluctantly he has to admit that a Shepherd with no personal stake in this situation likely wouldn't even stick around long enough to confirm whether the nose is broken or not, now that the danger has passed.

And Tuo and Lorne do know each other, well enough that Lorne can joke about the injury and about limericks. Tuo's in good hands.

"Do you need anything else from me?" Dain asks them both. "Materials, or the healer?"