"Ow! My arm! Stop! Stop it! I think you broke it!"
Oh, Goddess- Silas immediately let go of the tiny Warmblood’s arm, cringing and scolding himself. Stupid, stupid! How could you forget your own strength?! "Fuck. Fuck I didn’t mean to-" He’d intended to get mad. He’d intended to scare the other off, maybe, but not actually hurt him. Fuck. This was shit villains did, and he was already on rocky ground on that front.
It was even worse when he remembered- this fella was an entertainer. A gleeman who went from town to town. He couldn’t afford to have a broken limb. "Listen… I’ll cover this, alright? I’ll get you to Aria to get this fixed, and I’ll cover whatever you would normally have made while it heals… Fuck, I’m so sorry…"
The little man staggered away a few steps and cradled his injured arm as Silas released him, tears stinging his eyes and causing them to twitch a bit. The pain had subsided a bit (the vise-like grip had been most of it), but he still couldn’t move hid arm without having it feel like something was tearing into the muscle beneath.
First time picking a pocket. Never again.
Luckily, the bigger man seemed to have forgotten about that in his own shame. “Look, buddy, let’s forget this ‘n move on; I’ll find help. I don’t want anything more t’-…” Such did opportunity and its temptations arise. An offer of money? Exploitable… Not by much; he’d likely have a vague idea of how much the gleeman made, but… A few extra coins never, ever hurt. “… No, y’know what? That sounds good. Good deal. I’ll take it.”