"It ain't anything like that." he agrees easily, looking over the handle's shape before going to task. His hand was large enough to almost make up the difference and give the blade an unusually small appearance.

Preoccupying himself with the knife made it easy to turn his brain off, somewhat. At this point it was force of habit that had him keep count of all the bodies in the room and their proximity to him, even if there wasn't any real danger.

"I end up in here a lot anyways."

For whatever reason, he felt the need to assure her that she wasn't a burden. Death and decay was simply part of the job and he was used to it by now. He pulls a piece of fruit off the blade with his teeth and offers another slice to her. The sweet flavor and aroma was pleasant. It was nice to share it.

"Lashan just said you'd be in here to change bandages."

His excuse for being here was simple enough - the spear wound was in its final stages of sealing up (helped along by the healing sword in his cot) but it hadn't quite yet faded into another light line on his skin. He was lucky being battered around didn't reopen anything. What a foolish thing it was to agree to wrestle around.