[ At least Owen has a heal. Urgh, what a poor idea, jolting himself to his feet like that. Fandaniel lets out a sigh and raises a hand to his face, rubbing it and then further upward, threading his fingers through his hair to sort it out. From there, he peeks up at Owen, this time with a sheepish look, sheepish! That's almost as bad as all the soft smiles! ]

Sorry. I... I didn't mean to startle you. Not by hurting myself again, anyway, but also... the rest. We don't have to talk about it but, maybe, you can think on it?