"Wait, what?" Cephalos said, his eye widening. Then she ran off after hopping off of Orlocke's shoulders. "B-but I'm not even that good a fighter..." he said, his voice dropping as he looked down nervously.
"Kid, I weigh 2400 pounds and can lift something five times my weight, yet you stopped my club and threw me into a concrete wall with enough force to knock me out." Hrothgar pointed out, "Granted, I didn't see it coming so my guard was down, but still, that shows you have real strength."
"Yeah, but first off, all Cyclopes are that strong, so I'm no different from them." Cephalos argued, "Second off, I was scared half to death for most of that time and didn't even know what I was doing, and finally, I got my shoulder dislocated from catching that thing!"
"Will you quit talking about yourself like that?!" Hrothgar said, getting annoyed, "You were afraid to die and you knew you could have, but you were even MORE afraid of the gryphon dying. That gave you the courage to stand up and take action! So stop selling yourself short!"
"I..." Cephalos said, but he fell silent, looking toward the floor. "I just...don't know..."
Orlocke quietly watched the conversation from a distance, balancing on one foot while kicking the other up high in the air, striking a target he had hung from the ceiling. Lowering his leg, he stopped and continued to observe.