[Solus is uncharacteristically quiet as Estinien drags him over to the bench, and helps him sit down. Folding his hands together, he leans his arms on his thighs (tender though they are, but so is about everything right now), hanging his head. With a couple slow and wheezed breaths, he finally looks up at Estinien, a disarming smile on his face.]
...Ohhh, Very well. 'Twould seem I've no choice but to concede to your point.
[Unfolding his hands, he gently grabs at his knees, looking at them with a grimace as he tests their tenderness and swelling. He really has been pushing himself too far.]
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...Ohhh, Very well. 'Twould seem I've no choice but to concede to your point.
[Unfolding his hands, he gently grabs at his knees, looking at them with a grimace as he tests their tenderness and swelling. He really has been pushing himself too far.]