( He takes that hand because of course he does, and allows himself to be pulled back upright with a little bounce. Miracle of miracles, his prosthetic stayed firmly in place — probably something he can thank Viktor for. Those enchantments that give it a little extra boost in a few key areas have really come in clutch.

He's tempted to reach out and hug the other guy properly, but there are a dozen paint-and-sip eyes levelled at them. Everyone but the instructor, who's still gazing in awe and wonder at something just over Jack's shoulder. He turns to look, accidentally knocking over his painting in the process. The instructor lurches forward, but it's too late — it lands facedown on the ground, smearing wet paint and absolutely ruining what would have been priceless art. )

Oops. Sorry. Maybe we should--

( He nudges Jerry toward the exit as that weird art guy kneels at the ruins of Jack's artwork, sobbing.

Strange.

Oh well. Anyway. )

It's actually a giant magical rock and a medieval fantasy faction war. It's full-blown Dungeons and Dragons.