[That's...not fun. He likes to pretend he's a dumbfuck of a elf and he's not exactly the most perceptive or empathetic, but it's hard not to notice how Shun tenses at talk of home.

Not good feelings there, then. Good to know. Time to stay off that particular touchy subject in case this guy turns out to be some kind of berserker who can Klarg out and suplex Taako into the dirt. That is the last thing he needs unless he wants a cherry on this shit sundae.]

Damn, my guy, when a pink psychedelic crystal-- well, no. That's fair. Not much can be more extra than this place. I mean, holy shit - look at it?

[He laughs and tries to gesture around them, forgetting that his arms still aren't working so well. He ends up dropping his umbrella and huffs.]

I think my eyes are bleeding out. Or I'm just bleeding out. Can you bleed out without getting injured? Asking for a friend.