Neverwinter Forest and i like making shit, and i like selling it

Jackalope closed his ungainly mouth, nipping his bottom lip slightly in the process when he was advised- with some amount of disdain- that he was the medic. His mouth opened a moment later, so he could breathe. The blunt response normally would've evoked something snide from the Blackthorn male, but he reminded himself that he was still sort of on probation, with Simmik's reputation at risk should he prove himself unworthy. "Sorry,", he apologized stiffly, feeling as though his well-intended (and rare) display of helpfulness had gone to waste. 

He looked up when he was asked about his own injuries, and his lips drew back for a moment, only to purse a moment later as he leaned forward to peer somewhat rudely at Cupid's forehead. The fur, still matted with blood, darkened just above his temples in a shape that Jackalope recognized. A heart. His answer was delayed for a moment as Jackalope found himself lightly stunned with the realization that this was very likely that damn kid's father. He stiffened slightly; and decided, then, to decline any aid the male offered, just in case it meant he'd be subjected to some other means of torture. 

"Just what I'd mentioned. Sickos roaming the coastline." He said. "Two dudes picking on a chick; I tried to intervene," He said, with a distracted shrug. "Where'd you find 'em?" He asked.