[ Caster is unwilling to just shove the dog away, c'mon buddy, that might not be best time- but oh okay, time for some greetings. But as his head clears, he begins to, hmm-- feel something from Archer.
He tilts his head to look at his face, until another wince happens. Then he furrows his brows. ]
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He tilts his head to look at his face, until another wince happens. Then he furrows his brows. ]
You're injured.
[ Not a question, a statement. ]
Where?