Guine
He looked down, awkwardly, to turn one of his heels to examine it, and then back to the injured page. "Uh, right. You....sorta had it coming." It was a lesson Wolframite was not going to just ignore.
Walking past, he only gave a small smile. "Trust me, it could be worse. I'm a General after all. I let you off pretty easy." Considering how bloody he tended to leave his victims, the fact that Valhalla could still breath was saying a lot. "Just...next time I'm pissed, don't just stand there." Though the hugging had helped - even if he now felt a bit embarrassed thinking about it.
"I think you should call it a night." He advised, and hoped the page would take a few days off. With that, he headed down the alleyway, pausing just a moment, thinking, before shaking his head and walking off. They had spoken enough already.
