He couldn't help but laugh, a weakling? After what the girl had gone through? 'I ne'er thought y'to be weak, girl. Not t'what happen'd t'ye. But look at y'feet and t'hand? There's pushen' en pushen'. Give't a day, t'morrow in t'morning, I can guarantee ye t'be walking with me to't stream'. He looked at her feet again, they really needed attending to, feet first, her hand was fine, that'd heal. He had the bucket of fresh water, and if he remembered correctly there were some herbs in his provisions bag as well. He wondered if the girl was thinking the bag to be bottomless or magical, but most of the stuff didn't take up any space and it was all about careful packing.<br/><br/>'Now then, girl, I need t'attend t'yer feet. T'means I need t'touch them, massage them and clean them. Will'ye be alright w'that? If ye lay yerself down, I can do that. Y'promise not t'kick or nothing? If ye'r feet are clean, then ye'can rest and t'morrow they'll be lots better'. He didn''t dare come sit back on the bed yet, the girl needed to invite him to take care of her feet first, before that he wouldn't make another move.