Curfuin laughs and clarifies. "I was my eldest brother's henchman, and I was not low-level. We Fëanorions were Noldorin princes and the lords of East Beleriand. After our father died, my brother was King of the Noldor clan, and I was his lieutenant in the fortress I built in the Pass of Aglon, and a commander at the highest level. He could not well have kept the Dark Lord's armies out of our lands if it were not for me and my guardianship of the Pass. I use the word henchman jokingly."

Oh, but it is fun to joke. Especially if you can get a rise out of your companion. Concussion or no concussion. The only reason Yukari hasn't seen Curufin like this before is because the other two times they've net, they had serious things to worry about -- like weeping but dangerous wraiths and buildings that desperately needed to be blown up.

But he is rather touched by Yukari's obvious concern for him, how he shepherds him to the clinic and takes note of what the medic says and then collects a complete first aid kit before they leave. (Obviously in case it is needed due to Curufin's current injury -- and perhaps in case Yukari has to deal in the future with Curufin's almost total lack of caution?)

"What is this Vogue Magazine you speak of? This is where they put the images of fools like me, who sooner or later must avail themselves of gauze and antiseptics because of their foolhardiness?" But he's laughing again, softly and with great enjoyment. "All right for the ladies, but what about the gentlemen? Will they also find me irresistible?"

And he thinks about the last time he ate. "Now that you mention it, it's been a while. Know any good restaurants?" Joke. There are almost no good restaurants in Hadriel.

{{ OOC: Sorry about the post above. I just realized that it consists of the same text, twice, plus a note from my post log file. ARRRGH!! How'd that happen? *facepalm* }}