After the guard left, another took it's place. Ah, what a healthy amount of stubbornness, admirable, even...humans were just amazing. Leaning forward a bit, at her questions, the shape shifter didn't say anything for several moment. Instead, he let some strands of hair cast a shadow over his eyes as the female guard began to work on his wounds, before opening his mouth and speaking his piece...slowly...measured...because he knew better than to trust Skender to speak non-nonsense without thinking deeply on it, "It's only...a flesh wound..."

Letting her finish on his injuries, he held his hand out once she finished tying up the last of the bandages, getting up and picking up his worn sword, "I can get up...I can...fight with you, if you need me to. I was just...resting, for a moment." He fixed her with a hard look, that hid his usual nature very well. "I don't believe you can afford to brush aside such an offer from a skilled swordsman, the city is still currently under siege from the night lurker vermin, there are people who have yet to evacuate." All while saying this, internally, he bid farewell to his intended early rest...