[ Fabian is pulling his hand back to himself with the kind of speed only a dance-based bard would have the moment he sees Riz hiss like that. He knows what it can lead to, after all, and the last thing he needs is to have his banged up hand get gnawed on top of it all.

At least there's relief in the fact that Riz is alive. If you can call this alive, anyway. Not that Fabian doesn't get it, since he's pretty sure his friend must feel the way Fabian does right now - like death warmed over. But Fabian has the problem of being absolutely unable to stand still, so of course he wouldn't want to just stay in bed the way Riz is begging for. ]

I mean, we almost died at the hand of some stupid robots. Does that count?

[ .. yup, Fabian is not dead, alright. That's a very Fabian thing to say, especially when he sounds so petulant about it. Maybe the thought should make him concerned, but instead it's just making him sound annoyed and making him whine..

He winces though when Riz happens to touch a bruise on his face. ]

Ow! Careful, The Ball, I'm just as sore as you, alright?!