"If the need is great, Milord," He said, choosing not to move too much as he fingered the piece of cloth Kate had left with him, "I most certainly could, but I would prefer not to due to my injuries."<br/><br/>He waved, managing to levitate the jar of healing salve over to the table next to his cot with his remaining magic. The barrier had dissapated when Kate crossed its boundary, revitalizing his strength some by breaking the strands holding it. He had worked it so it would fail if he or Kate had moved out of a certain range of each other. Clever trick he'd came up with to siphon magic off other mages without their notice. He hadn't siphoned magic off Kate though, he siphoned small, unnoticeable traces of magic off the mages she passed.<br/><br/>"That Orc would have slain me had it not been for the archers that pelted him with arrows once he maimed my back." He replied, turning his head to meet the King's gaze with a glint of a roguish grin, "If Milord would be so kind, please pass my gratitude on to the archers that assisted me during the battle. I owe them for protecting me so I could hack said orc to ribbons. Oh, and if you can find that orc's head, I'd love to mount it on the wall of my quarters if possible."