Regan frowned a little bit, but nodded slowly. That was fine, she'd think of something. If she could find some edible mushrooms she could make some venison stake and some sauce for it. Though, she would have wanted to make something he genuinely liked. There wasn't a better feeling than makeung someone you cared about a meal that they genuinely seemed excited about, something that they liked. It was the only good feeling she'd been getting, recently. His replies seemed short so she took it he didn't want to talk too much. She stayed as close to him as she could. She cocked her head. "Well... are you going to tell me what you're thinking about?" She asked quietly. He didn't have to answer. But she didn't want to walk in a cold silence either.

Tyler glanced at the sky, calculating what time it was. The sun was sinking quickly, and he wanted to get back before dark. He tipped his head as Regan spoke, letting out a slow breath. "Well.. about you, I guess. I know that sounds weird..." Tyler let out a little snort as he paused. "But I guess I just worry too much. About things that I probably don't need to worry about. Liiiike having a feeling you worry way too much about me." Tyler gave an example, a little hesitant to speak

Regan looked at the sky, following his gaze for a moment or two. But, soon enough, the sight of some cooking mushrooms came into sight and she rushed over to pick them. She hoped Tyler would like them... some people were dead set against them, but for some reason she absolutely adored cooking with them, and was genuinely a little bit excited about them. She looked over to him, padding quicker to get back to his side after a moment or two. "About me?" She asked curiously. -I must have done something...- her thoughts were cut off when he spoke again, though. Okay, so maybe she hadn't? She hoped to hell not. She looked to him curiously, though. "Well, I do worry," she stated quietly after a moment or two.

Just looking at Regan made Tyler chuckle slightly. "Yes, you worry too much about things I have told you not to worry about. Anyway, I was just thinking about why you wanted me to heal so quickly. I understand I'm your friend, but I had a feeling it was more than that. Like if I didn't Heal, I may lag behind for example. Or not be strong enough to fight." Tyler offered, glancing at Regan.

Regan furrowed her brows at him and shook her head. "Well, you do too," she retorted with a bit of a huff, though not an upset one. She was a bit confused at his laugh, though... she didn't think what she said was funny... was it? She didn't know, maybe. He might have just saw something behind that comment that she hadn't. That was probably it. They often seemed to be on differing thought processes. But they'd get better at reading one another soon enough. When and if they got closer. She desperately hoped they would. She shook her head at him. "You should be healed already, is all," she told him hesitantly. "And - I just think- that maybe, if we were to get into trouble, I wouldn't be able to help you without helping myself first. But that doesn't mean that I don't care and-" she realised she wa a babbling and soon closed her mouth, looking back at the path so he had a chance to speak.

"You do know you amuse me, right?" Tyler asked with a small smile, tying another marker before turning around and starting the leisurely walk back. He listened to Regan babble on before confirming what he had thought. "Of course you wouldn't be able to help me. I would be very angry if you didn't get your butt out of there if I got in trouble." Tyler said simply, though he indicated there was more to come. "Also, even if I'm not fully healed I can take care of myself. Just because I'm a little hard on breath doesn't mean I can't fight, or run." Tyler finished slowly with a slight sigh. "It might make those things harder, but I promise that I can take care of myself." He added, tilting his head to wait for a response.

Regan looked at him with slightly furrowed brows as he spoke, sill just feeling... bad. She wasn't sure why, though. She shouldn't be feeling so bad about telling the truth. She knew Tyler wouldn't care that much, anyway, and that he wouldn't be upset if she didn't pick him over herself... but she still felt awful for admitting it out loud, because now it meant it was really true, and that did scare her. She still looked confused, though. "I... amuse... you?" She asked slowly before shaking her head. She still didn't understand it, but she didn't need to, not really. "I'm sorry," she murmured after a few moments, she wasn't sure why. He didn't seem upset or anything. In fact, she seemed more upset than he was. "Tyler, you are any friend... I think... and I don't want you to her hurt at all. That's why I'm worried. You might not be able to look after yourself as well as you should be able to," she then added with a soft sigh.

"Yes, you amuse me. For varying reasons." Tyler answered, almost as a muse. He tipped his head when Regan said she was sorry. "Why?" He stopped as she spoke again. "I understand if your worried... but you don't have to be. I can look after myself just as well as anyone else." Tyler said slowly. He was actually a tiny bit offended... yes, he was a tiny bit hard on breathing, but he was the one who had done all these things. He could climb a tree three thousand times a day and not run out of breath. He could run from ^savages^ and not run out of breath. Tyler was perfectly capable of doing everything himself. He didn't need Regan at all, physically. Mentally he definitely needed support, and he loved having her there, but he was fine on his own.

Regan just cocked her head at him. She still didn't have a clue how or why she amused him, but she certainly wasn't about to complain about it. She'd rather amuse him that upset and offend him. She just frowned at his next comment, though. When he asked the question, she just shrugged. She wasn't sure why she was sorry, but it just felt right. Her automatic response to a lot of things had just turned into 'I'm sorry' or something similar. "Well... I thought you might be a bit... what's the word... upset... offended, perhaps?" She shrugged before sighing. "Seems not to be the case," she then told him quietly. She didn't want him to be upset in any way... but sometimes she just didn't know. "But Tyler, there might be a point where that's just not the case. That's why I want you to get better," she told him quietly.

Tyler shook his head slightly as he walked back slowly. "No, I'm not upset or offended. I never really get upset or offended from anything you say." He chuckled lightly, feeling like all of their conversations always ended in awkward or sad silence. "I will try my best to get better. I promise." Tyler answered slowly. He could promise that, because he would try his best. He may not succeed, but he would try. -Yes, that means taking te bed sometimes- Tyler thought with a slight smile