As Rose asked Henry these important questions, Sword pinwheeled by again, his blade making a thin sound against the air. The backpack flew off his hilt finally and landed, upended, on Henry's head just as he straightened up.

"I'm fine," he said from within his backpack. He snapped out an arm and took hold of the long banner that Sword used for a hand, pulling him up short. Sword let out an echoing and indignant whining sound. "It's just...been a long day. Thank you though."