[he can't complain about owing baren for that, so chuuya accepts it with a little nod, leaning into baren's touch as he messes with his hair.]

Queasy? How delicate do you think I am, huh? I've seen worse than that.

[that comes with a petulant little huff. yeah, super convincing, chuuya.]

...I'm fine. I just-- I don't understand why it happened, you know? Or what I did that messed me up that much, either.