Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
While he hadn't expected a hug, or the warmest of greetings, a crack across his jaw was the furthest thing from his mind. "Oow." He whined quietly to himself, stretching his jaw out glad that she hadn't actually broken it. He immediately tasted the brassy tang of blood flood his mouth, the blow forcing his teeth into the tender inside of his cheek. He then noticed the absence of barking and was surprised to see that Noa was cautiously standing down faced by the other hound. Rubbing at his jaw, he waved off the two older men and thought better of laughing. He was fine, but he didn't want to take his chances.
"Oh stop." Coan found himself waving Talfryn off a second time, which was no surprise, but his coddling was unnecessary. His bell was rung but the stars were gone and he was standing up right just fine. "I'm not sure I deserved that." It was mostly his ego that was bruised. He couldn't remember the last time he got punched in the face. It just didn't happen. He wasn't one to get caught in bar fights, and sparring rarely led to anything as surly as hitting an opponent in the face. He knew though, if he had ever gotten knocked in his clock, Nerys was probably the one who did it, and well enough that he didn't remember. "Though I'm sure the good Ser will explain to us why I did."