Damian took the landing poorly and felt the breath knocked out of him and a headache from jostling his head, but otherwise not too worse for wear.  He released his grip on the elf girl, but Kyuui was in his face before he could start pulling himself up.<strong>"I know how good you are."</strong>He said in response to her confrontation, still trying to catch his breath.<strong>"We both know that the only way you can get caught is if you were <em>willing</em> to be caught.  If you wanted to shack up with the rival band, I'm not one to hold it against you, but don't play me for a complete fool."</strong>The tone in his voice suggested that he believed that to be as much an undeniable fact as water being wet and the sun being warm.  He had always marveled at the ninja's grace and agility, viewing his own style to be inefficient and clumsy by comparison.  It was an entirely unrealistic view of her actual capabilities, but he honestly believed that when it came to subterfuge and infiltration, nobody could beat her no matter how well prepared they may be.  Damian rolled away from Kyuui to where he had space to pull himself to his hands and knees then eventually to his feet.<strong>"And don't draw that blade unless you intend to use it against somebody who won't fight back."</strong><br/><br/>One on his feet, he rolled his shoulder to try and work out some of the soreness that resulted from the landing.<strong>"I'll be fine.  And you're welcome."</strong>He replied to the elven girl, thankful for having gotten some gratitude for at least some of the work he put in that night.  Damian glanced up and could see that the fires seemed to be losing the battle upstairs.<strong>"Right, lets head back to our inn."</strong>For the first several strides his gate was stiff and tender, but he eventually worked out all the kinks from his landing and resumed his normal stride.<strong>"The name is Damian by the way, and yours is...?"</strong>