"I wish we had some painkillers, but we don't." She gave him a slightly apologetic look. "Im sorry. But, we do have like half a tube of antibiotic cream! So more cleaning for you." She grabbed the half-empty tube and dabbed it on as gently as she could. She screwed the top back on the tube and put it to the side, grabbing the end of their bandage roll. She quickly bandaged his arm, tying it off and looking at the empty roll, hiding her concern. She looked back at him and smiled. "You're a good patient. I should get you a lollipop or something." She stood and ruffled his hair, grabbing everything and running inside to put it away. She washed her hands and ran back out to pull the pan off the makeshift rack she had put over the fire with a towel. She popped it on the grass and looked at the rabbit. "Hey! I didn't burn it." She grinned, looking over at him.

"You say that like it's better." He narrowed his eyes at her. She started so abruptly he was kinda taken aback. He leaned over the knee he had up and hid his face again. He was trying to be calm about the whole event but he was still very freaked out by not being able to use his primary hand at all, and it may not even heal properly. He looked up at her when she started to wrap it, an uncomfortable and/or pained expression on his face. "I hope it scars." He laughed through the pain, ending it with a playful and fake cry. He pretty much attached it back to his ribs so it couldn't be bumped as he crawled toward the fire, but out of her way. "What'd you make?" He asked, peering into the pan.

"I made the rabbit we caught yesterday. I think it looks pretty good." She tilted her head at it. It looked more appetizing than Luke's mystery meat, at least. They were cut into fillets and seared off. "Ill get plates." She hopped up again and walked into the house to grab plates and utensils, walking back out moments later and splitting it between them, giving him a slightly larger piece. She handed it to him. "See? It looks edible, at least. Unlike your cooking."

He nodded, sitting with one knee up and the other wrapped around that ankle. He let his arm hang a little in his lap, it rolled so the outside laid on his lap while she was away. He winced, letting out a shaky breath. He tried to move his fingers again. Nothing. He was ever so slightly ..very upset about this. He looked up after a little bit, realizing Mercy was handing him food. "Thanks." Though he wasn't sure he had an appettite. He put it beside him. "You try making squirrel look good." He sassed, though grinning a little.

"I can make anything look good. I mean, look at me!" She struck a dramatic pose, hoping to lighten his mood. She tilted her head at his lack of appetite, beginning to eat her own food. "I didn't poison it, you know. Its completely edible. See? Im not dead yet."

He giggled a little, looking up at her with a smirk. Then at the fire, leaning back on his good arm carefully. "I'm just tired." He turned his gaze back to her.

"Then go back to sleep. Pretty easy. Ill even sit with you if you want." She smiled, trying to be as helpful to him as he had been to her. "I could sing you a lullaby. My singing is amazing."

"...Why would I need to be sat with?" He narrowed his eyes, still having slight trouble keeping them in focus. He figured he would for a while but that didn't mean he had to like it. He shuffled around, getting up slowly.

"Nightmares." She said simply. "Or for company. But if you want to be alone, then by all means, be alone." She shrugged, stifling a yawn herself. She finished her food and put her things away, walking back to pick up his plate. "Should I save this for you or give it to Dutch?"

"I don't get nightmares." Thaaat was a lie, but at least he didn't scream in his sleep.. just mumbled. "I'll live. Unless you want to come sleep with me." He blinked innocently. "I don't care, Dutch would probably like it just as much." He walked over to the house steps. Pausing, he stared for a minute and got down to use his hand to help him get up the stairs faster. Then he laid down on his stomach with his face facing the side of the house with no door.