*nods matter-of-factly (very like the bright-eyed hobbit he once was, who planned a Shire conspiracy and pored over Rivendell maps)* Oh, yeah. It's pretty safe if you know what you're doing, which I do, but you can't plan for every accident. *contemplates his palms a moment* They don't hurt so badly now. Mostly they're starting to itch.
How is Erestor bearing up?
*nudges his tea about for a moment in silence* *knows you're Jackie's friend, and knows you must care about him, but isn't sure how much to say (where Jackie has been on shaky footing with you recently, and he's a private person anyway)* He's... well. He hasn't said more than a few words since he got home the other day. Hasn't been eating or sleeping well, either, but that's nothing new. *exhales softly through his nose* I try to let him be, he doesn't like being fussed over, but I worry about him.