Good. That's good. Some of the tension leaves him when she smiles, though it's clear he's still got a dozen things on his mind. He's taking it one step at a time.

The first are her wounds. Minor though they are, she's in the middle of nowhere and might be for a time yet. There's no need to risk anything festering. He's not asked her means of returning home—nor his, but he's a secondary concern.

He gives her another minute, forehead resting against hers, before gently disengaging to rise to his feet. His set of supplies never changes, but Nadine has given him a few extra ointments and potions. He gathers one of the small tins from his bag and rejoins her.

He holds out his hand for her bloodied ones. "Let me see."