Thould us get 'em?

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lass sobs out a thank you

[Scott McLamok]

Mmm....*Picks up Lass and pats her head*

[lass of something much]

* The infant is conflicted....She gives up and goes limp in Scott's arms

[Verdauga]

If the bullet fell and hit her arm, it wouldn't have enough energy to puncture her skin.

[Kade Rivok]

Not to mention that the likelihood of it going straight up and then straight back down, almost to where it was shot upwards from, is hilariously low.  If it did though, it wouldn't have the velocity of a fired bullet, as Verdauga said.

I'm helping.

[Verdauga]

No, no, you've got a point. Scott probably murdered a guest.

At any rate.*Prepares smelling salts.*

[lass of something much]

(I meant goes limp as in relax, not as in faint. And this is the cellars, weird things happen)

[Verdauga]

(However, I, like All might, am here, so realish ballistics come into play. Also, thanks for clarifying the "relax" bit.)

*Dejectedly stows smelling salts.*

[lass of something much]

* Infant Lassie tries the scratch the wound because it's itchy

[Captain Wortshire]

I'm back.

What happened here?

*places hand over Lass' wound*

Diarahan

ディアラハン

*the wound heals*

[lass of something much]

T'anku, Worthshire

[Captain Wortshire]

You're very welcome...

[lass of something much]

* Happy infant Lass sounds

[Kade Rivok]

*Hungry Otterbadger sounds.*

[Ebantu the Kararehe]

Hold on. I'm making blueberry scones, but they aren't done yet. (Actually, I haven't even got all the ingredients ready yet.)