[ Oh his end, Gen is impressively docile as Amos leads him over to that quiet corner. Mostly because he's tired and light-headed and in pain, but also because Amos is the one of the few people he feels is a little safer to let his guard down around. It's a dubious honor at best, especially since it's in part because Gen doesn't see Amos as someone who requires his respect, but still -- at least it makes him easier to handle during this arduous process. He allows himself to slump against Amos as he's guided over to that flat rock and sits down without complaint, closing his eyes with a weary sigh as he leans back against the cavern wall. ]

... yeah. [ Pause. He's a moment or two slower to process everything than he usually is. His words come mumbled because the inside of his mouth is cut to ribbons and his jaw hurts like hell. ] -- on someone beating me up, I mean. Some asshole who can use magic or something. S'unfair.

[ Gen groans as he sits back up, feeling a dull ache crawl all the way down his spine and seeping through his sides. He's normally in good shape, which is probably the only reason he's even managing to stay lucid and moving despite his entire body hurting so badly. And as his thoughts continue to melt and waver, he tries to stay focused by working to open the flask of water he'd taken from the guards. ]

Not like I'm raring to be that creepy bitch's attack dog or anything. But ... didn't wanna risk it. Dunno what they'll do if we don't at least pretend to listen. M'not dealing with another round of being stuck in this shitty cave. Then some shit happened. [ This flask is hard to open when his field of vision keeps wobbling. Gen sighs, muffles a frustrated grunt, then holds it out to Amos. A silent demand of 'open this for me.' ] Dunno if you made the right choice sitting it out.