"<strong>My reproductive organs</strong>" Silas declared with a tinge of pride as he shifted on the horse, "<strong>have been through worse.</strong>" Even so, it wouldn't hurt to give the boys a reprieve. Sliding off his horse with all the grace of a limp noodle, Silas's right leg buckled immediately, causing him to kneel in the grass as though presenting himself to some nobility. As he arose with shaking legs, the diminishing throb of his thighs answered the question if the dismount was worth it, "<strong>seven hells, I'll be feelin' that tomorrow</strong>" he groaned, putting a hand on his back as he arched.<br/><br/>While Silas tended to his body, Oriana and Lydia tended to the captive, something Silas observed with rising interest; Oriana apparently had a way with words, playing a better highwayman than that lanky bastard at the Trading Post ever did. Lydia in contrast was critical of how the fight went down, with some emphasis placed on the Rogue's role, "<strong>hey now, don't look at me</strong>" Silas said defensively at the Ranger's accusation, "<strong>this bandit here was blocking the gate, no way I could've closed it.</strong>"<br/><br/>An eyebrow began to rise as Oriana gave a retort to Lydia's accusation, his ice blue eyes flitting between the two before interjecting, "<strong>criticism is always a good thing... But I don't think we should be doing it here, or in <em>this</em> sort of company.</strong>"