Victor hit his head with the heel of his hand emphatically.
"Bugger" he hissed, getting off of Lepidus, great! I take back all those things, he thought to himself. It definitely NOT nice to have someone worry about you.
"I was coming back!" He said defensively. Not originally, though. I'd have been long gone if it hadn't been for that feeling, Victor was thinking to himself when he remembered.
"We have to get back to camp now! Something's not right. Not right at all." He bit his lip, blood spilled out and ran down his chin.
"Can you fly?" he asked.