[Something like a yelp and a groan escape Jet's lips at the feeling, but it's something he's become somewhat familiar with. He goes to jump out of his seat and lash out, he could probably take the guy. Even without his swords.
But his eyes lift to Sokka. His temper is raging, and he wants to hit him, too, but what would happen if he disobeyed? Would Sokka have to lash him? Would Sokka get in trouble?
He'd prevent that. Any way he could.
Gritting his teeth, he sits upright with tensed muscles. He can't think of anything to say, for comfort that he's okay or curses so Sokka knows what he's thinking.
AW YEAH
But his eyes lift to Sokka. His temper is raging, and he wants to hit him, too, but what would happen if he disobeyed? Would Sokka have to lash him? Would Sokka get in trouble?
He'd prevent that. Any way he could.
Gritting his teeth, he sits upright with tensed muscles. He can't think of anything to say, for comfort that he's okay or curses so Sokka knows what he's thinking.
So he says nothing.]