Once he was back onto the stable ground, Balthazar looked at her as best as he could see while she wrapped up his hand. Watching her, he just shook his head for a long moment before sighing. â€œWhen a man has nothing, he tends to hold close what he can. His honor, his memories, his name.â€ He said. Waiting until she finished before he crawled back over to the ledage of the drop and retrieved his sword and put it back into a sheath. â€œNo matter. A minor cut, itâ€™ll heal soon enough.â€ He said as he stood back up and looked at the small leadge leading across.<br/><br/>â€œCome on, letâ€™s get out of here.â€ He said, his voice abit detached once more as he made his way across the drop by pressing his back against the ledge and shimming his way across it, before stopping to make sure she got across as well.