As he began to speak, Aleksandra turned away, ready for him to take her to task over the magic she had performed. The gratitude surprised her and caused her to pivot back around to face him. She listened and something inside of her seemed to click as he lay there vulnerable. He was right, she was overcompensating for...for everything. For the sins of her father and for the mistakes she had made so far.<br/><br/>"I wasn't--" She started to say, but the words died on her tongue.  She was not trying to complicate things for him, but she had done so just the same. And then she had just made things so much worse by trying to fix it all.  Sitting back down on the stool near where he laid, she nodded and tried to show humility rather than whatever else inside her was trying to burst forth to convince him she was not a bad person.  She was not her father...But this was just what her father would have done.  He would have paid for his mistakes with gold and favors, attempting to placate someone he had wronged.  Aleksandra loved her father, but she also did not want to become him.<br/><br/>"A bottle of the good stuff it is, then."  She nodded. Not that she would be giving it to him. In fact, after she said that she wondered if it was a mistake to even try to offer that much.  "I didn't...You can ask Barnstorm for that and I am sure he will be happy to provide it to you after the sacrifice you made and the protection you gave.  He was impressed, from what I was told....with both you and the other young man."<br/><br/>Her eyes wandered over his form, assessing older injuries that had long-since scarred over.  He did not hold such an angry fire for him, she would have easily found both his body and his face attractive.  Aleksandra tried to push that strange thought out of her mind.  He would probably soon as spit on her as consider any sort of attraction, so there was no sense entertaining the idea.<br/><br/>"You are impressive." She said, her guard falling more than it should have as she scrutinized the past harm he had endured.  She picked up bandages and approached near him again.  "It will help keep the wounds clean, but you'll need to sit up."  The cloth was clean and it would keep sand out of the wounds if the wind picked up and blew through the tent.<br/><br/>"You're not out of the woods yet, but it doesn't seem as if the arrows were tipped with anything. I'll remain close just in case, though..."