Taran sighed in relief when he saw Mack. Good, he hadn't abandoned him quite yet, and he'd brought a bird. What good things to wake up to. He followed Mack's eyes to his wounds, where he noticed he was wrapped up in a menagerie of strips of sheets. He had an idea of who had put them there, what with the very familiar hand prints speckling the white cloth. It wasn't exactly top tier first aid, but he supposed he appreciated the sentiment.<br/><br/>"Yes," affirmed Taran, in regards to Mack acknowledging that he was awake. "I am." He fiddled with one of the strips wrapped around his torso, but then decided to leave it alone. When Mack spoke again, Taran froze. "Not wake up? Me? How long has it been?" he asked, folding his top arms in speculation.<br/><br/>He then inspected the bird, and with a quick snap of his finger, he generated a very small flame, no larger than a match would give off. "Feather that. I can get a fire going." He paused for a quick moment, sighed, and then added, "I feel like we have a few things to discuss over lunch."