"No, the Bridge" the Fool insists, and it's certain he'd shake his head more vigorously if he weren't currently bleeding from it. He lifts up a clean portion of his sleeve to press against the injury; he can be stubborn as a mule when pressed, and surely someone who goes around calling himself a Fool cannot be faulted for wanting to forego a visit to a doctor while injured.

He's steadier on his feet than he was, at least, and starts to take a careful step out of the alleyway.