"You've saved my best hacking and slashing arm," Herc replies, so very serious. "Thanks for that, incidentally."

Not that it was a dire, life threatening thing, but he does appreciate the quick stop to the bleeding and the superiority of two-handed bandage work, over his own, and leans back, both arms propped across his knees.

"So," and he exhales, trying to figure out where exactly the conversation should go from here. They seemed to be doing better than the last time. "Max'll be sorry he missed you. Think he's gone run off with Asher's mutt." A beat, of consideration, and he rubs his jaw as his brow furrows a little. Or just with Asher, maybe. Funny bloke, that one, probably not above stealing a man's mabari with how much he loves them. Thank the Maker for imprinting.