[ By now, he's returned to his humanoid form, observing the snowy landscape from one of the sturdier-looking ledges of stonework. The wound is nowhere to be seen, though that's more to do with the jacket he wears than its absence.

His brow hikes upwards as the elf approaches. ]

A little chilly, truth be told. I'm not normally one for stone walls, but I think I might be a little grateful for them at this point. Are you well?

[ He nods towards his shoulder. Seems they were both clipped in that fight, though the elf had certainly taken the worse of the two blows. ]