Don't thank me just yet. I still have to make sure you're all in one piece. I might not be able to heal you, but I can at least make sure your wounds are clean.

[ She's carefully bandaging that ugly wound on his arm as she says this, and once she's satisfied the gauze won't slip, she moves onto yet another cut, just below his shoulder. ]

I'm just glad I found you before it was too late. It really didn't seem like you to be gone for so long without sending word back, but everyone seemed to think I was just getting myself worked up over nothing...