Oh.

[Now he feels a little stupid.]

I thought, with the whole Templar mention... Right. Sorry. Though if you've any sway to keep another one from punching me, I'd appreciate that. I didn't even...

[He trails off, shakes his head. Less mopey in camp. He'd promised Zevran.]

Skin cracking. No. Or, I don't think so. By the time that happens I'm not exactly aware of what's going on anymore.