Adasse looks up from where he's sewing a light green tunic with patterns of wolves all over it (inspired by the stories he's been hearing about the Trickster God, Fen'harel). His mouth drops open, and he's standing as the elven woman laughingly drops off Sorrel and then heads off on her way.

He gapes at her back, then at Sorrel, then back at the other woman before he yells out after her, "It's Adasse, not .... flat ear." He waves it off, before he falls in his knees in front of Sorrel, concern filling his gaze. "Sorrel, what in the name of the Maker's BALLS happened?"

Hanky out, he presses it to Sorrel's bleeding nose immediately.