[ The injury might be minor, but its meaning is anything but, to him. He doesn't argue the point. ] I will. Have a good... night? [ His eyes travel to the clock tower. Hm. It wasn't even so late, so maybe no one will be there when he sneaks home. ] Right. Goodnight, Miranda. [ He waves back and... turns to go back the way they came. Before he goes anything, he'll need to do something about those tattered clothes. ]