He nodded, and laid on his back as she went to fetch the herbs she'd been missing. While she was gone, he pondered how he would tell the small village of the news. It was unlikely that the tiny village had heard anything of the Undead Massacre, but one could never be sure at times like these. Turning to the spring, he dipped his hand into it, cupping out a small sip of fresh water. As it slid down his throat and cooled him off, he rest his weary body for the time.<br/><br/>It wasn't a very long time before she showed back up, quickly tending to the gash on his leg. He watched her intently, the touch of her skin was so soft that they put the finest silk pillows to shame. He smiled at her mention of him taking quite a thrashing, but he shook his head. "Nah, I've had far worse, Lass." he told her.<br/><br/>Shortly after she finished, he sat up, looking into her eyes and smiling. "Thank you, Emma," he said, patting the bandages lightly. He nodded, knowing that the patchwork was perfect. "I appreciate everything you've done for me. The least I can do is ask if you needed help with anything back in Hyarka since I was headed there anyway," he explained honestly, testing his new bandages by standing back to his feet. Offering his hand, he told her his name. "I'm Leon, by the way. I am glad to meet you."