Dizzy Land

He nods, a little distracted by things he's considering saying, considering apologising for, as nothing past this point is as safe ground as his first apology. "My hand is not important. It's my own fault for even attempting to use a sword. I got thrown out of fencing after one lesson." He shrugs, as it's painfully obvious that he's clumsy, and he learnt long ago not to bother being embarassed by it. "However, there's other things I should apologise for. If you're prepared to listen."