[He will not! Because as soon as he hops to stand right in front of the small cut on her leg, she picks Eustace right back up and sets him down in her lap again. She'll tend to them in a moment! They're nothing big at least, and nothing worse than what she's had to deal with before, so she isn't too worried. Besides, does she even have anything to look after them with? There's no water to wash them and... no, she's not going to let her puppy friend clean them off for her.]

I'll be fine, [she restates, her voice a little firmer this time around.] I can get these looked after when we get back to the city.

[Whenever that will be. As soon as the fog clears, they can start heading back at least.

Besides, there are wounds that are cutting much deeper than those underneath her skin, pulling at the insides of her chest. The part of her that can't help but feel like it's all her fault for some reason—that him being stuck like this, or any injuries that he got was a failure on her part to protect him while he was busy doing the same for her. She didn't have his back.]

You're always the one to come save me when I'm in a bind. Funny...

[She laughs, but it's far from being a real, genuine one. There's nothing funny about it.]

It shouldn't be. [ ... ] You weren't the one who made the promise.