"Think you'll turn this into one of your stories? Might make an interesting limerick."

"I try not to become the punchline to my own comedies, thank you," Tuo replies, smiling wryly up at Lorne, though he winces a bit as he adjusts the weight of the poultice against his nose. "--ah. But I suppose I did invite this one on myself."

Then Dain speaks, and he tries not to let his heart sink; of course, he can't linger here, it would arouse suspicions. And so Tuo takes a breath in through his mouth and then sighs it out again, and gives his head a little shake. "No, no, I think I will be fine. Just a bit of bed rest and a cup of tea should do the trick. But--thank you." A pause, before he continues, "That might have gone quite poorly for me, had you both not arrived when you did."