[ The stares are one of the reasons he did his own dental work as a young man and filed down the tusks (leaving an uncoordinated scar on his left upper-lip) but with recent events back home giving him more confidence they have been allowed to grow back in. He forgets they are there, most days, like today until he notices the source of the woman's curiosity. With his green skin and looming height of six-foot-three, he supposes he must look like a dreary piece of seaweed next to a fluffy little ray of sunshine; that's what her hair reminds him of, off the bat. ]

I'm quite alright, you don't need to —

[ His lips press into an amused line when she neglects to dump the ice-ball in the sewer and instead sends it flying over the crowd instead. He thinks he hears a startled yelp at the end of the street and something faintly crash.

Same feckless energy as Jester in that one move. ]

Thank you for cleaning me up. You didn't need to expend your magic like that, though. It was very kind.