"Oh, are we not?" When in doubt--make light of everything. Jesper knows they'll come back to this, that there are things to touch on. But his head is full of too many thoughts and emotions--some of which he isn't sure are completely his own. He'd rather be firmly in his own head if they were going to get into it.

He's about to make another quip, make a suggestion to go, when he feels it. A ghosting sensation at first, but the pain grows sharper, more focused as he tries to figure it out. He shifts, hand pressed to his leg to try and relieve a pain that isn't actually there. "Saints," he hisses, eyes cutting to Kaz. "Your leg?"