Get out of the sun! You are almost completely peterifided!
"I'm fine! I just need some sunblock-"
Hearth rolled his eyes, and grabbed Blitz's arm. He pulled him away from the shaded stoop he was resting on and into the alleyway, ignoring Blitz's protests.
You. Stay here until sunset.
Blitz rolled his eyes. "I told you I am fine!"
Really? Hearth grabbed a piece of wood and mashed it on Blitz's shoulder. The dwarf didn't flinch, but the board broke in two.
"Alright, maybe I'm a little hard..."
You idiot. Hearth wrapped his arms around Blitz in a rare hug.
Headcannon that Blitz can unpeterify in the night and Hearth freaks out whenever he almost died.