"Ouch," he said, rather matter-of-factly. And then he just kind of sat there in agony for five seconds. As soon as she stopped screaming he quickly put the dagger away. Deciding that the gods of death and pain must have also had a hand in designing the confounded thing.
Dvalinn also stood up, realized it was likely a bad idea, and promptly sat down again.
The girl was not very imposing, as far as physical danger went, but he did find himself very worried that she might become rash in some other manner. Like fall off the rock backwards and hurt herself or something. It sure didn't look like she would be able to survive it, being so tiny.
Not being the greatest conversationalist in the world (an understatement of course) Dvalinn Branderslá had a brilliant idea pop up into his head.
"Hello?" he queried apprehensively.
Just as unsure as he had been when he first saw the girl, he waited for her to make the next move. Or say something. He studied her finger, maybe she was going to try and poke his eye out or... who knows?
OOC: Sorry for taking awhile, I've been distracted by a certain somebody lately... 