"This time wasn't my fault! Well...not exactly. I was trying to walk the battlements and I mean, you know, I thought they'd all be in one piece, right? So I was reading while I was walking and there were some loose stones and I slipped and I fell. Okay? Geez," he huffs, puffing his cheeks childishly and wrinkling his nose as he tugs gingerly at his tunic and armor to show a long series of bloodied scrapes that were rapidly bruising along their path. The lines mark a diagonal route across his back, down the side of his ribs and end abruptly at the top of his breeches. There was an end-over-end tumble involved there. No bones broken but definitely a lot of very uncomfortable abrasions.

"And I might have hit some scaffolding on the way down...and a rock. And a person. But they're fine, somehow. Look, okay, my powers don't work the same here as they do back home and I'm having some...difficulty...figuring it out. You're not going to put more of that smelly stinging stuff on me are you? Can't I just go lay in the snow until it stops throbbing?"