So it's just exhaustion? Nothing broken, just some bruises? Good... that's good.

Hmm? I think my clothes took the worst of it. And my ankles. I've spent blood, it's not really bothering me...

[Although she's glad that his pace isn't very quick. He was concerned? ...he was often concerned about her, wasn't he? It was touching. Or she wanted it to be touching. She wanted to trust that it was genuine. But... not yet.]