Laughing lightly at her reaction, he shrugged innocently and flicked the ash buildup on his cigarette into the sparse grass. To be honest, he barely noticed when she leaned against him. He was used to her presence a lot more than most others in the village.
"No, not taken home," he started, giving a slight shrug. "Just thinking... about things since the attack. And since that creepy demon thing..." He almost shuddered at the thought, but stopped himself. It didn't matter now anything, the thing was gone and dead and he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
"But how are you? I stopped by a few times when you were extremely ill, but unfortunately you didn't recognize me on most of my visits." Raising his eyebrows slightly and assessing her current condition, he couldn't see anything visibly wrong with her. But he knew that sickness had been an awful one, and he wondered if there were still any side effects she was suffering from.