"Oh ... Oh Maker." Bethany stated with concern, as the dwarf finally managed to get himself upright and with ... some muck on him. She gave him a relieved smile as he leaned against the keg. A smile that fades a little with the bruise on his face.

"Well, I don't think that eye is anyone's plan, serah. Uhm, are you all right with a little magic? I could, er, at least take some of the swelling down." She gave a bright smile.