Bobby
Col was starting to thaw too in the silence. The snow from his hair melted making his dark strands stick to the side of his face before he slicked it back once more. He relaxed on the chair just before she spoke and made him tense up for a second. "You're welcome," He replied back continuing to sit there a moment before he glanced back at the oak door. There was no way he was going to make it to where he needed to be now before they closed their gates for good, he was cutting it close already. He volunteered for the dangerous ride, but he didn't anticipate being sidetracked. He couldn't bring himself to ask to stay though, but as he glanced around the room it didn't seem like he'd have to ask because she'd need him to. 

"Is there anyone here to help you clean that wound? Get you off the floor?" He could already tell the answer just by the state of the house, but he figured he'd ask anyway. Perhaps she was close to one of her neighbors that could help her.
Frankie
Amaryllis watched Col for a few moments, taking in his dark hair and strong features. He was a handsome man, though she didn't really think much about that, with features that were as sharp and blunt as his conversation. She still wondered how he had found her, quite frankly, and why he had bothered to stop to help. Here in the frozen north, you took care of yourself and your own. Anybody else? Well, it was survival of the fittest. She could only think that it must have been either a gift from the gods or just a cruel game they were playing.
She closed her eyes and rested quietly after that, letting the silence linger between them until he finally spoke again. Despite the considerable pain she was in, her body still wouldn't let her rest, though she also knew that was part of her body's defense. If she slept now, she'd enter an eternal sleep. 
"No," She answered softly, after a long pause. "There's no one anymore..." She bit her lip for a moment, then continued with, "Thank you for all you've done. I'll... I'll take care of it from here." She didn't know why she said it, exactly, but a part of her sensed that she was holding him back from something; keeping him from something important.
Bobby
Col sighed when she said no, and he wasn't sure if it was relief or the fact that he felt awful for her being so alone. "I see," He said lowering his gaze from her for a second of silence before she told him she'd take care of it on her own. He knew what that felt like, but he'd found away to never be alone as a soldier and emerging Knight. She didn't have that choice though, and he couldn't imagine being quite this alone. Of course she was quick to brush him off, tell him she didn't need his help. "I'm happy to help," He said politely. "You don't have to take care of it on your own if you don't want to," He said as he looked over at her again. "From the look of it, it'll take you three days to get off your arse from that spot and we both know the fire isn't going to last that long," He said with a shrug as he pulled off his gloves. 

"I was taking a message to another fort, but they've closed their gates already there's no point in continuing the ride. I could stay the night," He laid the leather gloves over the side of the chair. "IEven if it's only to see how long it'll take you to stand up by yourself," He smirked.
Frankie
The look of surprise was quite evident on the young woman's face when Col smirked. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but it did have a certain warmth to it that brought her comfort and made her feel a little better. It was like having a sip of hot stew after coming in out of the cold. Still, she couldn't help feel rather guilty that he wouldn't make it now, because of her. Why had he stopped? He should have kept riding. Everyone else would have. But she also found that she couldn't turn down his help. Not now, anyway, when he seemed to be settling in and took off his gloves. Besides, despite what she had said, she knew she couldn't make it on her own. If he left her now, she'd die. Though in a way, she found that possibility... Well, it wasn't frightening or repulsive, anyway.
"I'm sorry," She apologized in a faint voice. "I'm sure you had important business to attend to, and I kept you from it." She bit her lower lip hard, then finally added, "But I am grateful... Beyond grateful, really..." She managed a little half-smile then, adding, "Though if you wait for me to be able to stand again, you might be here forever."
Bobby
Col shook his head, "You don't need to apologize. You needed help. I heard you scream. I helped." He nodded when she thanked him again, "Don't do that yet. You still have a long road with that leg. You're not going to like me very much when it's time to take care of that." He stood up to remove the thick black cloak lined with fur that kept him from freezing to death on the back of that horse. He wore simple clothes underneath, but they too were black. His sword hanging at his hip was removed because there wasn't any threat inside her house. He just hoped she had supplies to actually treat her leg. 

He walked over to her then sat next to her on the hearth and his hand rested in a puddle of water that had thawed from her skirt. The warmth from the fire was refreshing but intense. He looked over at her with a smile when she said he'd be there forever, "No, I won't." He looked gown at her leg, "Which is why we should take care of that sooner rather than later." Col had been stabbed many times before. He knew what he was talking about. He looked back a the flames, "Whenever you're ready.." He looked over at her then realized he'd never officially gotten her name.
Frankie
Amaryllis knew she had to look awful. Though really, she felt even worse than she looked. Everything ached and her leg continued to throb, she was bruised and banged up pretty badly, and her dress was torn and she was covered in blood, both her own and that of her flock. At that thought, she grimaced a little and tried hard not to cry. Her flock... With that awful shifter still in the barn-she hoped the terrible thing hadn't followed them-it was entirely likely that Amaryllis' entire flock would be gone by the time the storm passed. Her entire livelihood stripped away...
She tried to push those thoughts away. Those problems could wait for another day, and she'd survive. She always had. If she truly had to, she could marry the pig farmer her father had promised her to, before he died. She shuddered a little at the very promise of such a marriage, but it was better than what could happen. Or at least she thought so, anyway. 
Her thoughts were drawn back into the present by Col's voice as he sat next to her. She looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes and nodded a little, murmuring,, "Whatever needs to be done, I... Anything to make me better. I'm ready." Truth be told, she had no idea what he would do and how it would help her, but he had the bearing of someone who had seen situations like this before. And thus, she trusted him. She failed to realize that he was searching for her name, but then again, she was a little out of it from the pain. If she hadn't been, she would have already asked for his name.