you say i'm mad

Bolla had finished gathering the meadowsweet. Her deft paws gently pulling the plant from the ground as she bounded back over to Chry's pack. She quickly opened it and added the herb to the pack. Chrysanthos to busied himself with placing his items back into his bag, ever vigilant in case they needed to make a hasty retreat. Bolla assisted, her nimble hands packing the more delicate items. The man stated that he had nowhere to return to which was what Chrys had feared. He wasn't quite sure what to do with the man other than try to get him well enough that he could travel on his own to seek his fortune.

"are… a-are ya gonna keep me there?"

Chrys turned to gaze at the man and shook his head. "Of course not. You will be free to leave whenever you wish to, though as a healer I will obviously recommend you stay until your wounds are healed and you've had a few solid meals."