"Well. I didn't. I left to fetch wood too," She told him, scrambling up. She made quick work of packing, snatching things out from under his hands. "Went to the loo. Hid our tracks." She had no idea he meant 'thanks for not ditching me'. To her, that wasn't even in the cards. The thought hadn't even occurred. "You know, I hear the beeswax thing really does work. Maybe I could fix some for you. Oh! Maybe i can trap a bee, it's venom is great if you can get it to sting around the wound!"