"You don't have to correct yourself, I just tease him with it when he does something stupid. Which is a lot of the time, admittedly." The Huntsman took up the bag on the floor by the window and settled it on their shoulder. "I don't feel comfortable leaving him here alone while he's this injured. Tula seems to have chosen you, but don't feel forced to stay. Just make sure Tula goes back out and finds someone else before you go. I will be back by noon tomorrow. What do you say?"

Mori stuck their head out the swinging door to the kitchen. "Don't believe a word they say, I'm perfectly fine."

"You're bleeding again."

"And I have the thread and needle in here with me. See? Fine."

The Huntsman gave the Tailor a look, as if to say 'I'm sorry to leave you with this mess.' Or perhaps it was a 'Can you believe I fell in love with this man?'