"I believe in thanking those who assist me. My life is worth a few words of acknowledgement, don't you think?" He flashes a smile at her, slightly strained by the slight twinge of pain that's starting to bleed through as his adrenaline starts to go back down. He doesn't particularly care, honestly, but making people feel like they need him - or like him - might help in the near future. Better than dying alone, right?

"What's your name, warrior? I assume you have one."

He's staunching the drip-drip of blood with a hand at this point. Eventually he'll find someone who can patch it up properly.