It took a moment, but that eventually got a full grin from Bariyan.

"Oh, good," he said. He pointed at the stitches around his throat. "I may have to take you up on that, if this continues any further."

What else could Bariyan do but shrug things off, now? Koltira was right. There was nothing left but to play the waiting game, and hope that his own body would sort itself out -- or, perhaps, hope that it wouldn't. After all, the chance was there.