"You don't have to thank me, but I like to hear it anyway. Save it for after you get patched up." Right now, all he needed to do was lay down, pipe down and let them work their magic. But of course, this is Andros, and the last time he listened to reason he was a child; it's an endearing quality of his.

"Me? Thanks for finally noticing." He winks down at him, slipping out of the way if and when he finds he is in the way of Andros' care. As long as he has eyes on him, he's confident enough in the care to give him some space. A little space because he is definitely hovering and keeping an eye on their movements.

"No, she got me too." He places a hand over his chest and points to the spot on his dirt smeared with blood. It was easy enough to overlook, probably looking like it came from the Red Ranger's wounds. The chill earns him a frown. "I know you better than that, you're gonna duck out of here and do it even if I tell you not to."

"I'm telling you to give her some time and maybe take it easy. She's not going to want to talk to us if we crowd her. It reminds me of someone, I wonder who. Do you know a guy who is bad with crowds? Kinda has a temper?"