Garanth couldn't help but smile.
"You shouldn't have worried, we Dwarves are of rock and stone, sons and daughters of the earth, a few cuts don't bother me"
At the news of Torkost he grimaced.
“That saddens my heart, he is a great man, and his axe work would impress Gorug himself”
At her angry words he could not help but feel a pang of guilt.
Their last meeting had indeed ended badly, and he had never been good at saying goodbye. 
With a grunt he shifted so that he could better see her.
“You have my thanks and eternal gratitude…not that you didn’t before-Ah! Vkarshdan! My back!”
He slumped back onto the soft pillows, growling in frustration.
“How long until I can walk? No doubt half of the damned city will have news on how their wonderous Paragon slumped through the bloody gates!”