Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

He doesn't realize he hasn't been thinking clearly until he calms down, soothed by Midar's response to his touch, and it occurs to him quite suddenly that he's not handling this well at all. Still, he's relieved by his companion's next words; to be fair, he is a little more qualified as a medic to make these decisions. He takes in a slow, deep breath, thinking for a moment.
I'm sorry I snapped, He starts when he thinks he knows what to do, pulling away slightly to meet Midar's gaze. Let me take you halfway — to somewhere safer. You won't have to travel as far, and I can get back to you quickly. And I won't have to explain this mess to Valette. He keeps that part to himself, mostly because he knows once it comes up he won't be able to let go of the fact that Midar more or less did this to himself. He'll save that can of worms for later.