Waylaid? That sounds... ominous. But Flick is still focusing, so he just nods. "You can tell me when we get back to the house." They're both going to need to wash off, and he's going to have to eat something. For now, though, he lets Flick work. When his leg is healed to the same extent as his chest he flexes it... it hurts, still, the muscle weak, but he's pretty sure he can walk on it. He reaches for Flick.

"Help me up?"