"What's the worst that could happen," he said, chuckling again. The truth was that he wasn't positive as to the extent of his own wound, and probably would not be unless it was inspected. He adjust the way he was sitting and turned, moving his injured leg away from the mouth of the cave so it could be inspected without the fear of being dragged back out into the storm. "Just try not to kill me," he muttered. His trousers were thick and heavy, with canvas covering the outside to protect from sand storms and small debris. Getting through it would be no easy task, which he knew, so he started to undo his belt so they could be removed. "But I expect you to buy me dinner after we're done."<br/><br/>All jokes aside, when Madison would manage to get a look at it, she would see that, while serious, it was not life threatening. Severely bruised and swollen, yes, but it would not be the death of him. It'd likely pain him for hours, perhaps days, but he would heal. Before she would get a look at it though, she would have to get through the layers, and through the wary eyes of one who didn't generally like people. He shifted again, belt loose but still around his hips, and looked her in the eyes. "I'm going on a leap of faith here. I'd really appreciate it if you didn't burn me on this."