As nightfall approached and the cold air encroached on the plane, Arc began to wonder exactly what would happen that evening once they reached the low temperature. When she announced her intent to change, to give her the privacy she was due, he stayed on the other side of the place and cranked up the fire. It was close enough to the bedroom area that it would help some through the night. It wouldn't make it warm by any means, but it wouldn't be freezing and that was a plus. He took care of a few more odds and ends, then turned to head back toward the bedroom, catching sight of Madison just before she finished pulling her shirt over her torso. He hissed loudly, feeling sympathy for her pain even as she tried to hide it. He knew that she needed privacy, and that she would possibly... probably... take offense to the intrusion, but he couldn't help himself. Stepping forward, Arc cleared his throat before speaking.<br/><br/>"You know you could have just said something... You didn't have to hide that hurt. I have things that could have helped." He wasn't hurt by it. Far from it, actually, for he could completely understand why she would. It would be horribly inconvenient for him, or so he imagined her thought to be. It wasn't that far-fetched, after all. He probably would have done the same thing. "Must have happened during the fight in the Wilds. Anything broken?" His voice was soft, but absolutely soaked and steeped with concern. Laced inside it, however, was no small amount of guilt. If it hadn't been for his own clumsy stepping back in the canyons, she wouldn't have had to fight by herself, which meant she wouldn't have been hurt.<br/><br/>"I will make some tea," he said, the hurt a little more obvious by then. "You lay down and relax. You're taking the bed again tonight."