[Reno likely is going to win this one, not least of which because the only method of judging this little contest is for the two of them to decide upon it, and Reno's already made his decision and Thancred knows better than to dispute it. Still, he can indulge a little bit of getting fussed over, he imagines; it's really what Reno needs in a crisis, anyway, is to be able to assert himself over the chaos and bend it back into a form that makes any sort of sense.]

Some of the wreckage fell on my leg. Lacerations — from flying glass, I think. Aches and strains. I was moving rather a lot of the debris, looking beneath for —

[Oh. Mm. He falls silent with that thought unfinished, abruptly loath to linger on the notion of searching under fallen, flaming debris any longer. That's the sign that he's lost the competition, moreso even than the injuries. He's hurt worse, because it will give Reno an excuse to fuss, and that's what they both need right now.]

Right, then. Be merciful.