Angelo smiled in return at Adrian, and tipped his hat a bit. It seemed he'd helped, even if it was only in the slightest. It's always best to make things hurt as little as possible, and it made Angelo feel like he'd accomplished something today. Good, things were looking to turn out for the better after all.<br/><br/>Angelo followed his wounded friend to Pearl's wagon until he heard Arturo's voice. "<span style="color: red">Thank goodness you've come. Saved us a lot of trouble, so thank you very much my friend.</span>" As little as Arturo was seen among the troupe, his presence was always welcome. He was very calming, and there were many times when Angelo had appreciated it.<br/><br/>Pearl coming from behind the stage caught Angelo's attention as well, and he gave her a nod of greeting. He rolled his eyes a bit, though it was not meant to be offensive, and he smiled as he said, "<span style="color: red">Of course he's not hurt. Can't you see, that's just some jam!</span>" laughing a bit afterward. "<span style="color: red">Ah, but in all seriousness, do you have anything to help clean the cuts? Or, if you'd prefer, Adrian,</span>" he said, looking to his wounded friend, "<span style="color: red">something to dull the pain? I don't know if liquor would be good right here, though. I'm not much of an expert on it and I don't expect I'll ever be. The stuff has never been very agreeable</span>." He made a little 'poof' of fire come from his mouth, nothing bigger than the flame from a lighter.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>