Curufin looks up, not surprised, either, to see Yukari there. He is quite pleased.
"Where is this shark of which you speak? -- I'll wrestle him with my bare hands!" He chuckles, self-deprecatingly.
"I tried to swim through a concrete wall. I will be all right, but perhaps we should go to the clinic, since there is one. I think I need stitches, and I'd rather not ask my relatives to do it." Soft laughter. "Not that they couldn't. We certainly had plenty of occasions to learn how to suture! But I'd rather not give either of them any trouble." Trouble had been his middle name, all those years. And his first name. And his last name.
He gets cautiously to his feet. He is a little dizzy, and he accepts the support gratefully. "How many fingers? -- ah, two. . . no, four!" He blinks his eyes. "Wait. Three. Is that right?"
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"Where is this shark of which you speak? -- I'll wrestle him with my bare hands!" He chuckles, self-deprecatingly.
"I tried to swim through a concrete wall. I will be all right, but perhaps we should go to the clinic, since there is one. I think I need stitches, and I'd rather not ask my relatives to do it." Soft laughter. "Not that they couldn't. We certainly had plenty of occasions to learn how to suture! But I'd rather not give either of them any trouble." Trouble had been his middle name, all those years. And his first name. And his last name.
He gets cautiously to his feet. He is a little dizzy, and he accepts the support gratefully. "How many fingers? -- ah, two. . . no, four!" He blinks his eyes. "Wait. Three. Is that right?"