He groaned as she pushed him back straight, his shoulder kept moving. It was quite unpleasant. He watched her for a moment, she gave him something to bite on. He did not. He looked away, responding to the sizzling with a growl. He gripped the rag in his hand very tightly. His eyes gor more tunneled. He pressed his head against the wall, trying not to pass out. He wanted to move away from the lain, it hurt so bad. He pressed his body on the wall too, noticing he was having trouble Moving his shoulder. He brought his head forward slightly as she spoke. He blinked rapidly, his eyes having trouble focusing on her eyes. "Just do it." His voice came out slurring a bit. At the moment chances were high he would faint because of it but he would rather it hurt more koe than later he supposed.

"...Alright." She nodded, turning him and lining his shoulder up. She took a deep breath and slammed her body into his shoulder, popping it into place on the first try. She quickly reorganized herself and laid him down on the haybale, watching him anxiously.

He exhaled as she lined up with his arm, keeping his lungs empty til she pushed it back in. He gasped, lesning to his side and putting his right hand down to support himself weakly. He shut his eyes shut tight. He opened them slowly, his eyes shaking slightly. "Todayyy went downhill, dinnit," he asked rhetorically, wishing to be anywhere else. He leaned against the wall but also pushing up so he wasn't completely on the bale.

"Thats one way to say it." She said, giving him a soft smile and going to clean their mess up. It took her a minute, but she came back to him quickly. "Im assuming it hurts like hell, so... do you want a drink?" She asked him, holding up the clear bottle. She knew, if there was one thing for killing pain, it was burning it away. Preferably with tequila.

He took a moment to catch his breath, pushing himself back upright. He winced, moving his elbow a little to putbhis left hand on his lap. He'd never run into anyone who'd tipped their slear but he'd heard stories of the treachery. Didn't think he'd have to feel it. He wanted to go back and finish the joust but now he was a bit afraid. He looked up at her when she suggested a drink. He hesitantly shook his head. "I don't drink." He spoke more coherently this time, it was getting better but not better enough. "Only when my parents are around." He smiled faintly. Looking down at his shoulder, that was a lot of blood.

She gave him a faint smile. "Your choice. Parents suck, then? Or do they just encourage you to drink?" She teased, cleaning her area up and watching him hesitantly. "Can I do anything for you? Water, or something?" She asked quietly.

He rolled his eyes. "A little bit of both. Though I guess my mother has a little bit of maternal instinct left." He gallic shrugged to avoid moving his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes. "I'll be fine, though I am slightly disappointed. If I beat you I most likely would've won." He huffed.

What the fuck is a gallic shrug))

She rolled her eyes. "Wow, you sure have your priorities straight, don't you?" Kitty said sarcastically, sitting beside him on the haybale. "Theres always another tournament." She shrugged, leaning her back against the wall. "You'll get the next one. If I'm not there."

Its a face shrug))

He wiggled his eyebrows slightly. His family was a little pushy and wanted him to be kind next, despite his older brother. He looked over at her. "If I didn't know better I'd think you're bad luck." He chuckled a little. "Maybe we'll take turns winning." He teased.

"Right, because you know I am, in fact, the best good luck charm ever." She teased, giving a sarcastic hair toss. Kitty giggled. "Maybe we will. But really, we both know we won't be taking turns. I'll just be winning all of them." She smiled.