Garsin slowly woke up after a while as Flint was working on one of the numerous stitches on his body. He felt like he still couldn't move, trapped within himself. He closed his eyes as the alcohol made contact with a fresh wound. "Some chinks....in the armor, eh?" he said between slight breaths. there was a bit of silence from Garsin. "Sorry for.....the trouble..." He kept his eyes closed. The effort do do anything, even breathing, seemed to take a toll on him. so he was quiet from then on.