Renji shot Lucivar a nasty look, but bit his tongue. Ignoring the man had worked the first time. Maybe it would work again. Though apparently the guy was an even bigger jackass when not under the influence of drugs.

He did give Daemon a rather toothy grin, though. "Dunno. Can't really grow up if you died as a kid."

So far sitting had worked alright. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned over to grab the sword. He made a displeased noise as he inspected the careless way Lucivar had wrapped it back up. He undid the sheets and wrapped it up again, this time to his satisfaction.

"Wasn't my turn to watch her," he said, sounding peeved again. He loved the kid, he really did, but she'd certainly kicked this mess into being. Still, he stopped for a moment, bowing his head to get at least a sense of the threads, tracing the direction she'd gone. "She's fine," he said. "Might want to leave her alone. Sure seems to be in a mood." The effort made his hand start pounding again, and he reached up an slightly unsteady hand to pinch off the inevitable nosebleed.