[Oof, he's lucky he didn't jab himself with that hook. He's already bleeding enough. Rosinante turns, then walks toward him and sets the box down to claim the hook from his outstretched fingers. He won't worry about the fall just yet, seeing as how it's probably just as normal for his double as it is for him.]

Wow, this is really nice, I didn't think about reshaping metal. Thanks! Tons better than carving one out of shell.

[He knots the hook on the end of one of the neatly-coiled lines, pulling it tight between hand and teeth, then buries the sharp tip in the wood to keep from losing it or causing any injury.

It's a shame he doesn't have a handkerchief or anything, but he waits patiently as he stands.]

Need a hand?