Wheeling Gull Isle Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Connor and Rhaella exchanged glances for a breif moment before the star dusted lady dashed for her tactician, calling out to him and blocking his path so that he wouldn't go any further. The titan followed her with an awkward start but he wasn't limping too bad, the pain annoyed him but he viewed it as just a flesh wound. The pouring rain would sooth his pain for if he tried to clean it out in sea water, the salt would only make his injury worse. The titan padded up to where the two were with Rhaella fretting over him and Connor could only agree with her, he was stained with his own blood all over and Rosen was trying to clean it up with his limited tounge range. 

But the white man seemed annoyed with her concern, dismissing it, he told the lady that Connor was in need of more attention to which Connor blinked. "Oh uh this?" He said gesturing his head to his punctured shoulder, "tis but a scratch," he joked with his tail wagging and his smile was large and dumb. His pain wasn't as alarming compared to Rosencrantz, Connor figured his own injuries would heal on its own and things will just go back but Rosencrantz would need more attention.