[ He's content to follow a few paces behind, just taking everything in. How long has it been since he's seen animals just roaming a pasture? Everything was food for something else, and the livestock always seemed to go first. Probably hard to ignore a sitting duck like that.

She drags his attention back to her and he shifts awkwardly under her gaze, feeling like he's under a spotlight. ]

Something like what? [ He's fine with the cloth dressings he's been given, they've worked so far and it's close enough to what he used before. A little irritating against the more sensitive parts, but fine. He's done more with less. The frown on his face lessens and he tries to play off his discomfort of the subject with a little humor. ]

I'm used to doing it on my own. Besides, wouldn't want to gross you out or anything. It's not pretty, trust me. Even I don't like to look at it. [ Belatedly, ] Thank you. It's nice of you to offer.