Broken Boulder this is gospel for the fallen ones

there's a bit of a kerfuffle that delight doesn't quite make out, hearing only a loud (and familiar-sounding) fuck to the tune of something falling over. well he can take a guess. amusement curls his mouth despite himself, matching the look in zamael's eyes. c'mon, it was a little funny. 

his question is more or less answered, but he waits for zamael to address him properly before speaking, nodding. "glad to hear that. uh, not the head cracking bit," delight adds hastily. he doubts alarian is up for company but none-the-less he calls out, "um, hey pal, hope you feel better soon."

zamael'd said runion. has he heard that name before? deciding he hasn't, the androgyne clears his throat and asks delicately, "who is runion?"