Gray, amazed at just how hungry a full body healing makes one, happily accepts some of the honey cakes. Though a mead is thrust into his hands, he only just sips at it, not entirely sure that a clear state of mind would not be needed. Especially since they still needed to get Ragnar's key, as well as the key held by Uma (which was NOT going to be an easy task...). Gray sat in silence, not really paying attention to the other satyrs, and thinking about what he was going to need to do to ensure that he wasn't completely useless in their next battle. Sure he had helped to wrangle the unicorns into heading down toward Ragnar's territory... but he had been pretty well dropped like a sack of wet rice in front of everyone. He couldn't help but think that if he had acted more aggressively, things may have turned out differently. Of course, this likely stemmed more from his embarrassment at being defeated so quickly and easily by the tiny pixie archers, than anything else. As he pondered on this, Gray's ears picked up on some of the singing of their tale and nearly spat out a mouthful of mead and honey cake when he heard:
And then upon a unicorn
the tiny fox did jump
but when the tiny arrows, fey
hit him he did slump!
He hit the ground with mighty force
his eyes did close from pain
and not till battle ebbed and died
did fox wake up again!
Looking over at the offending satyr, but with a genuine smile at what he took to simply be a good ribbing at his expense, he yelled out "HEY!", which only brought about more laughter from the satyrs all around him.