[Ambiguous weasel noises... mean that Shiro has enough of his body parts left to make them. That'll do.
It takes him a minute of blind fumbling to retrieve the crossbow he dropped, but it's better than meeting the eyes of the concerned Mirabar citizens beginning to surround him. Is this an aasimar thing? Is there some invisible outsider or other monster after him? Should they alert the rest of the town, or just the Silver Blade? Would he like a bed to rest in and regain his bearings for a very reasonable price? What about this, what about that - a pressure as solid as a wall.]
No, everything's fine. Thank you for asking. [After he manages to stow his crossbow safely away, he does his best to scoop Shiro up as he gets back on his feet. The bird, meanwhile, hops on top of his shoulder - not necessarily looking any less murderous, but it's hard to tell with birds.] I-If you'll excuse us.
[With that, he makes a beeline for the nearest alleyway. Anywhere is better than where the helpful strangers are.]
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It takes him a minute of blind fumbling to retrieve the crossbow he dropped, but it's better than meeting the eyes of the concerned Mirabar citizens beginning to surround him. Is this an aasimar thing? Is there some invisible outsider or other monster after him? Should they alert the rest of the town, or just the Silver Blade? Would he like a bed to rest in and regain his bearings for a very reasonable price? What about this, what about that - a pressure as solid as a wall.]
No, everything's fine. Thank you for asking. [After he manages to stow his crossbow safely away, he does his best to scoop Shiro up as he gets back on his feet. The bird, meanwhile, hops on top of his shoulder - not necessarily looking any less murderous, but it's hard to tell with birds.] I-If you'll excuse us.
[With that, he makes a beeline for the nearest alleyway. Anywhere is better than where the helpful strangers are.]