“…get someone to paint you a picture. It’ll last longer.” He gasped out the words as he lay on the stone there. He was too exhausted to do anything other than just lie there at the moment. He tried his best to ignore the burning pain both in his ass and his arm. Arrow wounds hurt. He coughed once before he glanced down at his one stubborn boot. “…yes. Yes it did. Damn thing. Apparently its rather attached to me.”
He pulled his undamaged arm under him as he pushed himself up to sit there. A disapproving look was aimed at the arrow there. Cursed thing, sticking in him without asking or anything. “…as long as you aren’t planning on stabbing me with it once it gets pulled out.” He retorted towards her, his voice was tight though as he reached down to start to pull a torn strip from the corner of his tunic that he could use as a bandage later. “All banter aside, yes. I do need the help.”
Wait. Now she was smiling. Smiling was…good…wasn’t it? It was supposed to be good. However judging from how the woman was acting up to a moment ago, this could be a trap. He did need the help though, that much was clear. “If you can just help with the arrow in my arm…though if you really want to help me bandage my arse from a crossbow gaze I’ll let you.”
Did he trust her? No. Not in the least. He didn’t have all that many options in truth.
The faint sound of howls from outside the cave entrance brought him snapping back to reality at least. He really didn’t have any choice in the matter. “…it looks like we might be here awhile.” His words were soft as he spoke, looking not towards the woman but the cave entrance. “I guess we should make the best of it all.”