[There's a slight glance when he senses a strange shift in her tone. It wouldn't be too surprising if she was put off by his somewhat flippant attitude about dying—he does take it a lot more casually than most people would. But it seems a little different...in a way he can't really pinpoint.

Well, not that he has much time to dwell it now. He's finally found what looks like a clinic or apothecary and it at least doesn't look like it'll collapse in the next five minutes. Long enough to get proper supplies and treat her at least.]

How about we agree that we don't have to worry about each other but we're going to do it anyway? Though in your case, I wouldn't say I'm worried. I may be a daemon, but I'm not heartless enough to leave someone critically injured and not try to do what I can to help. Especially since I was the cause of it.