[Accompanying Black Hat's impactful grunt is Flug's signature squeak. It is not a graceful fall, it's true, but what little mass the scrawny inventor possesses does cushion the demon's landing, leaving Flug grimacing while his tongue feels for the busted tooth in his discomfited mouth. He doesn't dare shove Black Hat off, instead his hands migrate to the other's hips to just.. hold him steady, ready to assist when Black Hat is prepared to climb off. No telling what might trigger more nausea.]
"I think I still have most of it. Should regrow w-with the fog. She got my jaw good." [This close Flug can really take in how unwell Black Hat is looking, however. He carefully lifts one of his gloved hands to get a better look of the unusual eye socket, resting a finger just gently below. Is that blood..?]
"Your eye..?" [It's not as though Flug has seen Black Hat sick as it is, but this symptom is worrisome.]
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"I think I still have most of it. Should regrow w-with the fog. She got my jaw good." [This close Flug can really take in how unwell Black Hat is looking, however. He carefully lifts one of his gloved hands to get a better look of the unusual eye socket, resting a finger just gently below. Is that blood..?]
"Your eye..?" [It's not as though Flug has seen Black Hat sick as it is, but this symptom is worrisome.]