[Wraith the peacock remained at a safe enough distance, but much like Reaper would, the Omen was steadfast. He wasn't going to come down, aware it wouldn't be welcome, so Wraith would keep an eye on things down below.]

Somehow I doubt it's just a bitten tongue. For one thing, you aren't slurring. [He said simply, calling Lance's bluff. He knew there had to be internal injuries, since he hadn't lost his memories and knew how their fight had gone. They had not been gentle on each other.

He dropped down to the spot where Lance had been standing before the fall. He eased his way into a crouch, resting his forearms on his knees.]

I think it would be better if you had some assistance with the repairs. Would you let me do that?