"You know what they say? If you can't be good, be good at it. And I'm very good at it."

He laughs, mostly to himself, before escorting her further into the camp. Now he walks at something of a distance, though not far enough that he couldn't catch her should she still find a way to stumble. The last fight took it out of her in more ways than one, and he's perfectly capable of chiding her into rest if need be.

"Now, I do believe I have some bandages and water on me, thankfully. We can at least see about cleaning those wounds of yours."