A bit of Blurm's concern-driven rage had died, faded like ancient graves. As such, they did not mind that much when Spirit clasped their stone-hard arm. By stone-hard, it is meant that Blurm's arm was literally made of stone. Some miscellaneous sedimentary rock in particular. Even then, the warmth of her hand was still felt somehow.<br/><br/>"I<span style="font-family: poor richard;">am assuming you brought no equipment?</span>" the three-eyed leaf statue...<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>asked rhetorically. "<span style="font-family: poor richard;">I merely brought bandages, though an ointment would be necessary. These are not magic brand, although I thought they were. This is what happens when I am rushed....</span>" Sighing, they continued.<span style="font-family: poor richard;">I need time to prepare for things like this. Perhaps I was never really the fighting type.</span>"