[ Well.

That easily settles it. The thing Fabian was talking about, anyway. Gorgug is not saying a thing about what happened between the two of them just now, and Fabian is pretty sure it's got nothing to do with the other not remembering what just happened because of his rage.

It's more just that it wasn't a big deal to begin with, right? Gorgug just did that because he was in a rage, and if the other seems a touch embarrassed at all, it's probably just about the rage taking him over to this extent. Whatever weird feeling Fabian had for a moment-- it's nothing. It doesn't matter.

So he breathes in, breathes out, and puts it out of his mind for a moment. If it doesn't matter, he shouldn't allow it to linger, and Fabian jumps right back up onto his feet despite his aching and protesting body. ]

Are you kidding me? Come on, Gorgug, the spar is the last thing you should think about when you're hurt! [ Or, you know, half-healed. What kind of guy would it make Fabian if he forced his friend to duel him while he looks like he wouldn't even be able to hold his axe right now with his hands in this state?

A jerk, that's what. A jerk who had some real weird feelings that he doesn't ever have to think about again. ]

We can always practice some more some other time. For now-- Can you get up?

[ Fabian would offer his hand, but..

You know. Kind of hard to do that when he's pretty sure holding Gorgug's hand to help his friend get up might just make it harder on Gorgug to get up in the first place, rather than easier. ]

Do you need my help? You need to let your hands rest.