Bahorel reaches back to press Feuilly's--his--...well, arm. Apparently. How old was he when he was last this small? 11? "I'm not the one breaking your bones--" but he's laughing again, at Feuilly's hair, this time. His hair. "--Fair warning, you do that with my hair and you'll end up looking like a wild man. Which may be the style you're trying to set, but--ah!" Right.

"Come on, let's grab clothes for the next few days while we're both here."