Carefully he watched her work, his eyes following her every movement. As the time passed slowly by, he was starting to relax more around the girl, though he was still somewhat guarded. Arc hissed and grunted a few times as she probed his injured limb, though he knew that it was all part of the process and did not direct the sounds at her specifically. He appreciated the fact that she was careful and as gentle as she could be, given the circumstances. It had been a long time since anyone had actually been careful with him, and at first he was slightly confused by it. Within seconds, however, the rest of his body had relaxed enough to visibly tell that he was no longer on edge. "Heh... i'd hardly call it armor. But it keeps the sand out, so i'm satisfied with it." His armor, he believed, was inside him just as much as it was outside.<br/><br/>"A couple of days? I can't do that... I have to get back." Pain killers or no, as soon as the storm let up Arc knew that he had to leave. He would not sleep. The nightmares would come back. His food was home. His dog was home. His peace was home. Everything that he had left in the world was a few miles away and that was unacceptable. Stubbornly he tried to stand, but there was simply too much pain to do so. Frustrated, he fell back to a seated position and leaned his head back against the stone. "Damnit!"<br/><br/>Arc's mind began to race, going through all the different scenarios that could take place if he did or did not get back home in an acceptable amount of time. What was he going to do?<br/><br/>"This isn't good..." he said, finally relaxing back again.