Oh! So am I to believe the hilt of your sword got up and walked itself onto the table out here?! MY, I had no idea what a good smithy could do these days, pardon meee~ee!

[ he is tossing the bag at Rand-- it's light, of course, so even if it lands somewhere bruised or uncomfortable, it won't elicit anything more than a gentle ouchie. just a little ow, a booboo owie, a teeny agh. ]

I warned you. I gave you ONE simple job, and here we are.

[ dragging a chair to Rand's bedside, he sits it backward so he can cross his arms over its back, settling the boy with a decidedly menacing stare. ]

Now? I'm not leaving until you've eaten, drank a good bit of water, and had a solid night's rest. No complaints. You have nothing but yourself to blame, see? This is called 'reaping what you sow.'