YYuuccckkk!!! I'm covered in something sticky and stinky!
You're covered? Look at me, I'm drenched.
So what, nobody notices it on you. But I'm a crystal, I'm s'pposed to shine.
I'll just throw you at the bottom of that lake we swam through, that should help you out.
NO, No, No! I didn't mean it, honest. Don't throw me away, who'll take care of you if I'm not around?
It would seem that these new 'friends' of mine will.
Bah, they just want to use you and get your stuff.
Yeah, right.
As he goes the mental conversation, Sildarin picks up Serbanas' blade he dropped to tackle the arbalest.
He then turns towards the others but keeps his gaze on his shoes and changes his weight nervously from one foot to another.
"I... I... Tha.... Thanks... b... but.... why... ?"