"It's hardly hospitality. You were... you were in trouble. I'd have wanted someone to do the same if.... if it were me." Arran demurred, leaning back, sitting cross-legged beside the other man.

But his dark eyes were grave, his brows drawn tightly together.

"Just... take it easy, for now. We've already sent off to the main army, to see about getting enough beasts to carry you with us."