Elliot held on tight as Callan carried him back. He didn't talk much, mostly because he was hurting, but also because he could see Callan wasn't having the easiest time. He glanced back over his shoulder, agreeing that that definitely could have killed him, even bonded all he had to do was land wrong coming down. It was a relief to them both when they made it back to the cabin. He chewed his lip to suppress a whimper as his ankle was jarred despite how careful Cal was lowering him to the bed.<br/><br/>He looked down at himself and sighed, he really was a mess but he didn't exactly want Callan helping him undress. He nodded as Cal talked, letting the other touch his forehead though he reached up to touch the same spot afterwards thinking there was a wound there. Finding none he leaned forward to unlace his shoes, since kicking them off wasn't going to work just then. The effort left him with a wave of nausea so he opted to just lay back fully clothed with a groan.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure I want to eat just now," He mumbled, "Will Iris be here soon?"