Jim shook his head and wrapped an arm around Britomart. "Don't worry about it dear, just dirty talking dogs." He nodded to the innkeeper and leaned against Britomart a bit. "Yeah but talking to her and hearing her voice makes me feel better, even if she is very dazed and confused. I'm not in as bad shape as her, probably, so worry about her for now and if I'm too weak to even feed myself you can say I told you so." He looked at Britomart and gave her a squeeze. "You need to eat my love, you need to get your strength up. She's starting to cool down at least, and I know she was definitely suffering from heatstroke in her armor, she refused to take it off and risk losing it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>