[Suddenly there's movement behind him and then everything smells like blood. ...yup that's Toby. Quentin is simultaneously so relieved he could cheer and mortified as he watches his knight wind up thoroughly drenched through with her own blood. YET AGAIN. But there's something oddly comforting about that weird mix too, so relief wins out.]

Toby!

[Relief doesn't win out so much that he lowers his sword, because he did not entirely discourage the grimling he first hit, and he's pretty sure the other one won't content itself with only one bite of Toby. So. Weapons up. Still ready.]

I'm okay! I mean, I'm not the one who just jammed part of my body into a mouth filled with way too many teeth at least. But I'm confused, and it's dark, and this is not where I was supposed to be.