[A more considerate person may think to ask if they were alright. Unfortunately, that would require talking, and talking was the exact opposite reason Guts was skulking around this part of the Festival.
He gives them both a sharp glance from his remaining eye, and determines Emil wasn't bleeding badly enough to merit the question. He would have brushed past them and ended their interaction there, except the impact also dislodged something from one of his many leather packs: a gray, egg-like stone - normally quite well secured - rolling out towards Emil's boot.
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He gives them both a sharp glance from his remaining eye, and determines Emil wasn't bleeding badly enough to merit the question. He would have brushed past them and ended their interaction there, except the impact also dislodged something from one of his many leather packs: a gray, egg-like stone - normally quite well secured - rolling out towards Emil's boot.
Better give him his egg back, buddy.]