Where did he ever meet a girl like her again? He's well aware he'd be lost without her company. He chuckles, but tiredly, at the statement. "Right now it doesn't seem so bad to have the best of both worlds. I slept a few hours before this with the help of psychiatric medicine and now you're here." He promised to keep her updated as best he could and this is it. His eyes explore the contents on the bed as his better hand pushes things to different sides to sort them into sections: reading material, first aid, knitting, and other. Once he's done, his other hand rests on the bed, palm facing upwards. The spot where she had already slept next to him was still open to her. The night was theirs and theirs alone.

Surprisingly, the ointment doesn't sting as it goes over his wound and he flexes his hand, carefully, after she finishes with the bandage. "I'm going to need every bit of guidance you got."