[He weathers it without much noise, beyond a couple of grunts. In the end he falls on the floor, one arm covering his stomach protectively, one holding him up.]
[His grin's ghastly through the pain and the blood drying on his lips, when he catches his breath enough to shake the hair out of his face and look at Zane.]
Thanks.
[For not touching his face anymore, and for the pain.]
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[His grin's ghastly through the pain and the blood drying on his lips, when he catches his breath enough to shake the hair out of his face and look at Zane.]
Thanks.
[For not touching his face anymore, and for the pain.]