"An accident?" Taff repeated, seeking for his brother to elaborate, his face a picture of worry and concern, "What happened? Did someone get hurt? Did you get hurt!?" He looked Tristan over quickly, as if he might spot some huge, bloody, gaping wound that he may have missed all this time.
"You didn't have to rush, you should be careful Trist!" He whined, leaning forwards a little to get closer in case Tristan needed him, apparently not satisfied that his brother wasn't about to slump dead across the table.