He smiled warmly at her apology. He would have never pushed her for one, the difference in back-ground would always prevent him from demanding an apology, but he was more than glad the girl had realised herself she had pushed herself too much. 'T'is alright, girl. T'is done, We'll work t'yer recov'ry, slowly. But first, cleaning ye a'little;. He looked through his bag and indeed found that herbs he had thought to be in there, putting them on the floor next to the bed. He took a clean piece of clothing, wetting it in the bucket and carefully started wiping the blood and dirt of the girl's legs.<br/><br/>And although he had his full attention on the task, he continued to look up into the girl's eyes, for he didn't want to unexpectedly invade more personal area's on her body, something that was impossible to avoid. He had to clean some of the blood of the inside of her thighs, no idea how it got there and he didn't think anything of it. But he was as gentle and caring as possible. He took some of the leaves of herb, putting them on the biggest cuts and bandaged the dried wounds, before taking her hand and after first cleaning it, putting some herbs on there as well and wrapping a bandage around it. 'There, that'd do't'trick. If ye'll allow me t'come lie next t'ye again, we can take some rest. When we wake, we'll go for a few steps t'gether'.