Kallos shifts his grip on his remaining chest, moving it back under his right arm so that he could hold his left out again. “Perhaps I should take that back... We shouldn’t be too far away, right?”
Savio looked rather fit for a human, but Kallos seems to forget that they just aren’t as dense as his people are. It wasn’t the weight that bothered him, so much as the awkward grip holding two gave.
“A concussion and a scar, eh? Doesn’t sound so bad, as far as initiation goes. So, what is... Bones, like?” Kallos had trouble with the word, because he was fairly sure that wasn’t a name. He didn’t know if it was a lapse of understanding Common speech, or if this person was an exceptionally morbid character. He hoped it wasn’t a nickname gotten from breaking bones. He might need to look for a school more... beginner oriented, if that were the case.
OOCI don't know how long we've been walking, but we started in the north, so perhaps we'd be getting close right about now?