"I do not blame you for that," he says honestly. "The first time I found myself here, I was quite badly wounded, and I was hallucinating. I did not believe it for some time. I will help as I am able."

Speaking of sleep...he glances to the bed, then to her.

"I would give you the bed, if you would prefer it. I do not mind to sleep here on the couch." He shrugs a shoulder. "Or if you would rather not be alone, we could share it easily. Whatever is most comfortable for you. I do not know your habits."