“Yes, well.” Varaelian tugged hard on the thread that kept Tevruden’s arm from falling off, “You need me.”
“I could have easily just reattached it.” Tevruden’s protests fell on deaf ears as the paladin kept going, stitch after stitch he waited for him to finish, “It didn’t require this."
"Your arm got taken off, Tevruden. It’s not like regenerating part of your ear! And you wouldn’t have had to have me do this if you didn’t take the blasted thing and beat people to death with it! I have half a mind to just rip your hand off and smack you with it.” Van stared at him for a long moment, tying off the last of his sutures with a burning light, “Idiot."
"At least I don’t fall off of things like tables.”