Stutely shrugged, a touch awkwardly. "'Sno problem. He'd do the same for any of us."
It didn't feel right, accepting thanks for such a thing. They'd all died at least a few times in their immortal lives and it never stopped being fucking shit. Coming back could hurt just as bad. Maybe gods were different, cos they were all made from sea foam and dreams and fairy farts or what have you, but the Merry Men and their tales were dirt and steel and flesh and blood, and there were things flesh was never meant to do, and it didn't let you forget it. The very least they could do for Tuck was try and take the edge off.
He glanced sideways at Scarlet as they worked. "How you holding up, anyhow?" He hadn't forgotten that it was Scarlet the Sheriff had threatened, after he'd healed too fast for the Sheriff's liking.