[when Koltira gets to his feet, he actually staggers and sways--just a little, but it's enough to make him grin like an idiot. He's drunk, fully and truly, and that means one important thing: he's no longer in pain.

As such, he keeps on speaking without thinking, too elated by the situation to mind what he's saying.]

Aye, let us go. Perhaps I can find us more fridges.

[as he starts moving, again, with a very slight wobble that clearly delights him--]

And you will not, for you have my friendship, Bariyan.

[he laughs, too, but for him it's genuine, as warm as is possible with his dark, echoing voice, full of pleasure and gentle self-mocking.] Though I realize that may be cold comfort.

[ha, ha, cold comfort. He made a joke.]