... Well. That was a particularly squishy sort of blow that Jono had been hoping to avoid.

//Bit of a pointer, luv? When yer tryin' not t'get hit, a better idea would be to keep th'more vulnerable parts of yer away from whatever's swingin' yer way.//

Helpful, Jonothon.

... That? Was indeed a very mighty bitchslap. If Jono had more of a face, he might have even felt it.

As it stood, the recoil that happened there was more because emergency re-wrapping needed to happen before everyone in the room could see, and less because he had a glass jaw. It was difficult to have a glass one if you didn't have one at all.

And now Jonothon was faced with a difficult decision. Finish wrapping and let himself be kicked, or drop the bandages a moment and risk them being jostled further for the sake of avoiding more harm.

It wasn't an easy decision to make. And his thigh was going to absolutely hate him in the morning. His eyebrows furrowed at the impact, and his leg actually buckled a bit, but he didn't move.

//Better get all yer best hits in now, then. Easy target for another... fifteen seconds or so,// he bitched grumbled while he tucked in things that had never been intended to come untucked.

Jono gave her a weird little sideways look, and then nodded, taking the opportunity to smooth down the leather strapping and to make certain that it was in place at least a little more securely than it had been before.

//Thanks,// he said as he pulled them tight and secure over a face that wasn't really there. //I... owe yer one.//

For letting him have a moment. For not causing a scene. For whatever.