Stray winced in pain as his foot bumped Shyster's hip, nearly dropping the flashlight. Shyster paused, now that they were away from the Batti cave, and glanced back at Stray. "How's the leg?"
"Could be better," Stray admitted, as much as he rarely complained about personal things around Shyster. "I'll get it looked at later..."
"Brave kid, thinks he's tough--you should be thankful I outran that thing," Shyster muttered, and despite the twinge of annoyance he felt, Stray could tell that Shyster was a bit worried. His voice didn't seem quite so snide.
"Yeah. Thanks," Stray murmured, lightly thunking the back of Shyster's head with the flashlight. "It didn't have my leg for long. I'm so ready to get out of this place, though..."