I'll let you know, but I think you'll be fine. [He's, hm, not sure he knows how to graciously accept comfort, unbearable or otherwise - he'd deflected when Camilla had gone away overnight, and deflected a few more times when he'd come back from the sea a second time, himself - but he can recognize that that is not great of him, so. Inevitably, whether it's a sprained wrist or something more, perhaps he can make an effort to, what was it— stop pushing his own needs aside to be stalwart.

Maybe. Here, in private, with Viktor, who will kiss him for his bad behavior with glasses, and so deserves to be let in. Hmm.]

First the taser belt, and now a case— you're practically decorating me. [Huff. He'll need an actual spare pair of glasses first, but it goes unsaid that if Viktor made him a case he would indeed carry it around.

Anyway, it's a date, with plenty of scoffing and eye rolling on the agenda. Palamedes considers, then,]

There must be forges around here, but tragically, you'd have to network. [terrible.... who does that] I can't help you scoff through that one. D'you think he'll turn up? Jayce. I'd have questions about forging, obviously.