[Yurick flinches back from the stranger, dropping the hand from his face to reveal the black patch over his right eye. Confusion rapidly turns to suspicion, the mage's pale brows pinching together. Whoever this person is, their accent is strange, certainly not like anything Yurick has ever heard before. A traveler from a distant land, perhaps? Without being able to identify the accent or a style of dress (since the stranger is also wearing one of those awful body-hugging outfits), Yurick has no idea where he could be from or what sort of cultural nuances to expect. So he reverts to his usual aloof not-quite-politeness for now.]

Not that I recall, no. I'm certain I'd feel far worse if I took a blow to the head. And I'm fine, merely... disoriented.