Looking at Seren with surprise, Falke begins to nod emphatically as he lowers the cane. “Of course it does. I know the heft and weight of this better than I did before. And I have a solid tactic for staying alive.” Gesturing to the box that’s on the floor, he grins impishly. “Never get caught unless I’m in a storage facility and have things to topple over.”
And, like the responsible person that he is. Falke begins to pick up some of the balls, tossing them back into the righted box. “Don’t sell yourself short,” he says firmly with a shake of his head as she begins to - at least to his ears - try to qualify her advice. “I’m a healer and an academic. You’re already way ahead of me. And it was a very comfortable environment.” And speaking of - the booming voice of the commanding officer drifts through the rain, a definitive call for the troops to call it a day and head inside.
“That’s my cue,” Falke says. “Though I imagine they’ll hit the showers first.”
