Elric glanced at Tirarian, "Yes, that would be quite helpful." He ripped out a hacking cough, as he glanced down at the floor, taking a mental note of the cleaning that he knew he'd have to do. He glanced towards James, "Well, that was... certainly something. And Sir Hawthorne, you may stay as long as you need to." He grinned at James, as he walked past the fire place, as he placed his wounded arm on a small table which had his sewing equipment usually used for cobbling and repairing shoes. He grabbed a piece of twine, and placed it between the eye of the needle.