[ He gives a small nod, his voice calm but tired. ]
"Dust. Just... Dust. It's a long story."

[ He glances around, his eyes scanning the treetops. ]
"It's good to meet someone who's not trying to kill me. But I take it you're not from around here, huh?"

[He graciously accepted the cloth and even nodding in thanks. He does the best he can to clean his wounds.]

"You're quite resourceful."

[He compliments. With what little resources he has he wraps his most serve wound with a poultice. Covered by a spare cloth made his own robe.]

"Got a name?"

[He looked at her with curiosity though he smiled faint.]

"I'm alright. Just... took a wrong turn into something sharp."

[His smile falters into a small wince. His injuries more severe then he cared to let on.]