"You owe me nothing, it's just common courtesy." Grian mumbled, shaking his head. Her presence unnerved him, and now he was just walking around, rubbing his bandaged wrist against the bone of his hip, quite obviously sticking out. Everything about other humans visiting his hut simply made him twitch, he just hated it... Especially in a vulnerable state like that.<br/><br/>Plus, she was armed. She had a bow and arrows. That wasn't a common village girl, this one could kill him anytime she wanted... That didn't add to his comfort, either. In the end, he just picked up the dirty shirt, hanging off one of the other chairs, and sat down to sew one of the rips in it. His fingers moved the needle and thread around, but albeit, his hands were still shaking from his own anxiety, and he just managed stabbing one of his fingers with the needle. He instinctively put it into his mouth not to smear blood over everything, just as well as to soothe the stinging pain, and tried to avoid the girl's glance as much as possible.