Jacque smiled mirthfully at the reactions he'd received from the small jest, "[b]I'm more of a 'terrible pun' kind of guy honestly, but the lewd humor has its uses.[/b]". Momentarily glad to have distracted his fellow hunters from any tensions that might have been mounting Jacque turned his attention to Roland as he reminisced about the days gone by. He couldn't help but laugh thunderously, shoulders and braids bouncing up and down with each note of laughter as he imagined the sight of a mute man reacting to receiving an arrow in his asscheek, and by his own son no less. 

He would find his laughter cut short as Roland packed away his belongings and rushed out hurriedly. The nearly omnipresent grin that Jacque wore disappeared as concern etched his face as he considered following after his comrade. He ultimately decided against it, after all, while he may have been the sort to wear his heart on his sleeve and speak freely about anything on his mind, he was beginning to understand that not everyone was so open and trusting. For now he'd give Roland his space. 

Jacque shook his head a bit at Elysia's offer for him to tag along, his reasoning being that he was in desperate need of a bath and a change of clothing, and after she and Reema left him to his own devices he proceeded to do just that. He popped into his room, making a mental note to visit a taxidermist or ask one of the others for pointers on stuffing a trophy when he was done bathing as he passed by the Great Jaggi head sitting next to his doorway. After rummaging through his belongings Jacque came away with a small rectangular item wrapped in wax paper; bar of homemade soap that had been given to him by his mentor's wife. He unwrapped it, smilingly softly as the pleasant scent mixture of dried tropical berry and cactus flowers hit his nose. Jacque peeked into his trunk, spotting five more identically wrapped bars, each one made by his former mentor's wife using fat from the monsters that he'd personally taken down. 

His soap and a change of clothing in hand, Jacque stepped out of his room once more and, after poking his head outside long enough to ask the receptionist where the bathroom and towels were located, trudged back down the hall. The bathroom was simple, much like the rest of the building. Not that Jacque minded really, he enjoyed simple. He washed himself as quickly as he could without wetting the stitched on his hand or causing himself further pain or injury, trying to waste as little time as possible in case someone else felt the pressing need to relieve themselves of the sweat of today's labor. 

The process of drying off and getting dressed was a fair bit slower as Jacque got a good eyeful of how his wounds were faring after the doctor's visit. The swelling and redness of the flesh around the stitches in his hand had disappeared, he could spot some bruising around the area but there were thankfully no signs of infection. His shoulder and right pectoral had swelled a bit since the visit, and the difference between his normal skin color and the darkness of the bruising was striking. The dark red welts that showcased where the Jaggi had clamped down on him only served to add to the shocking contrast. An experimental roll of his shoulder told Jacque that he'd need at least a day or two of rest before he was back in suitable condition to even consider going on a solo hunt.

 He traced the outline of the teeth marks, sucking in a sharp breath at the sensitivity of his flesh before he slipped on his shirt and exited the bathroom, "[b]Bathroom's free if anyone fancies not smelling like a Congalala tonight![/b]".