"Uh, y'okay?" Hawk asked, and then answered himself. "...Naw, that's a dumb question, huh. You did just kinda almost get killed. An' that's twice now."

"Twice, now," Teige echoed. Then quite suddenly he snapped out of it, and crushed the envelope in one hand, growling, "And here's twice now t'at you've almost got killed and I've done fuck all. Aren't ya sick of me yet!"

Hawk's brow knit vaguely. "Huh? Oh. 'S about me gettin' caught by slavers again? I said I waren't mad about it."

"I am!" Teige snapped, stabbing a finger at him, "And you should be! Only think how much misery I could've saved you if I'd just gone back to help you!"

Hawk didn't immediately respond. He frowned at the floor, still holding the cloth over his knuckles, and seemed to consider that for a moment.

"Okay," he said finally, meeting Teige's eyes again. "Then...why din't you?"