Bariyan looked up, eyes following Koltira's path all the way from the door to the table. He quirked an eyebrow and spent a moment taking Koltira in. It was strange, seeing Koltira out of the armor. Also strange to see him calm, normal again, not contorted by pain. That one was a good thing, at least.

Bariyan coughed into a hand.

"You look good," he said, swinging his feet off the table. Then he indicated the bar, using his drink. "Can I get something for you?"

He struck almost immediately by how odd the exchange was. Considering what had happened the last time they'd seen each other, just a few days ago.