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Jacque flashed what was quickly becoming his trademark grin at Reema's inquiry about his well being, "[b]I think i'll live. A bit of rest, a lot of ice, maybe a few drinks, and i'll be good to go.[/b]" he said with a chuckle. His boisterous demeanor did well to hide the fact that his injuries were actually more than a little painful now that his adrenaline had worn off. The grey cotton shirt did well to hide the swelling and massive bluish black bruises that had formed on his right pectoral, shoulder, and trapezius, although it could do little to hide the bruising as it crept up his collar bone. Adding to that was the ovular ring of teeth marks that showed up on his skin, each little mark a dark shade of red were blood had leaked from bursted vessels but had pooled under unbroken skin. He refused to let the others know about the pain for the time being. It was nothing worth bringing up at the moment, perhaps it would be when the others wanted to hunt something and it could risk someone's life, but tonight? It would only serve as a risk of bringing the celebration down.

He accepted the stone graciously and began to sharpen his sword, pausing momentarily to consider whether or not he needed anything from the kill, "[b]The head will do just fine for me, thanks. You can have the rest of my share of the kill since you've got Jaggi equipment. Fair trade for letting me use your stone.[/b]". 

He stifled a snort of laughter as he watched Elysia picked up the large chest piece. Though the young woman held it with no difficulty there was something uniquely amusing to him when it came to watching feats of strength preformed by something smaller than oneself. He was half tempted to ask her if she wanted to try the chest piece on, if only to sate his curiosity regarding how comical it might look to see someone try and fit into armor built for a person more than a head taller. He decided against it, partially because he feared she might catch on and take offense, and partially because she was offering him a service despite holding no obligations to do so. 

With the diminutive huntress looking to make amends for what transpired earlier Jacque couldn't find it in him to turn her offer down, "[b]Far be it from me to turn down your hospitality. But I insist that i'll have to pay you back for it at some point. I won't take no for an answer![/b]" Jacque said with another chuckle. The laughter was cut off by a soft choked noise as he leaned a bit too far forward too quickly and the handle of his sword pressed into his shoulder. The dull throbbing sensation flared intensely for a split second, his jaw bulged a bit as he grit his teeth to keep from making another sound. He corrected his position and continued working through the pain, trying to play off the incident as him simply overreaching. "[b]I really gotta learn to focus on what's in front of me. Gonna lose a finger to a sword one of these days.[/b]" Jacque half joked before he tossed the whetstone back to Reema, "[b]Good as new, thanks again for letting me use your stone.[/b]".