[Richard listens to Morph's speech. The scenarios they describes do sound pretty drastic aside from the fire, which he supposes would still be possible even with this world's houses. But honestly, none of their examples were nowhere nearly as dramatic as the pretended fall that Morph just took.

Huh.. Okay, then.

He's never really had this kind of play-pretend as part of his training. But very well, he shall go along with it. Never say that Richard didn't have taste for dramatics himself. So, he walks up to Morph and lowers himself down on one knee, reaching his gloved hand to rest against their pale cheek.]

First, before I could even think of moving you I would have to assess the nature of your injury. Is it a stab wound, a bleeding gash, broken bone? Or maybe. [His free hand moves behind his back and he slowly draws his dagger out.] Should I cut off your limb?