Fenris nodded, "Bishop Rocky, we want to know if you are still okay?"
With just one sentence, Rocky's eyelids twitched, "What do you mean by 'am I still okay', when was I ever not okay?!"
"I didn't phrase it accurately. What I meant to ask is, how confident are you in taking on that Seven-Tone Player now?"
Rocky glanced sideways at Fenris, thought for a moment, and held back the urge to curse.
What do you mean by 'how confident am I in taking him on'?
If I really was, would I be in this state right now?!
"Fifty-fifty, I'd say." Rocky tried to maintain his composure, "If we really fought, it's likely both sides would end up wounded, but I don't want to get into such a scuffle with that guy, you understand?"
"Understood." Fenris nodded slightly, "Rest assured, Bishop Rocky, we won't let you fight alone again."
Not let me fight alone again, which means still having to fight.
Rocky's remaining thumb on his right hand twitched involuntarily.
