He knew that they shouldn't stay there long. Even if it was, as she'd said, only a day's journey back to Greenville, Owen wanted to get as much behind them before nightfall as they could. He watched Gabrielle as she moved to pack her things, and couldn't help but be impressed by how well she seemed to be holding together- though it could very well have been that she, like him, was coming apart under the surface.
Not that he would every ask, of course.
"I am better, for your help," he assured her, as she returned. Owen braced his hands on the log and pushed himself to stand up again, carefully- though, true to his word, he was in much less pain than he had come to expect of late. "Would you like to start back, my lady?"