[ It's unlikely Silas would steal anything from Cynric's pockets. Not because his broad hands are too clumsy for it - although that may also be true - but because getting bit by snakes/rodents/the calamity of the day doesn't seem worth it. Not when there are better ways to rattle at Cynric and ask to share whatever it is that Silas needs.

No, the good luck comes in a different form, today.

Silas's own hands go on his hips, eyes on Cynric until he huffs a laugh and they look up again at the branch a certain bard just fell off. ]

Nah, almost getting killed and not dying is tenacity. It's good planning. [ It's also, perhaps, having a friend with good reflexes and strong shoulders. ]

The lucky part's just the fact that I don't usually catch fruit that's this handsome and falling outta the tree.