His leg is not entirely without pain, but it's nothing compared to what it was. He can and does walk normally now, his muscles protesting only as much as they would if he'd banged his shin on a door and bruised it that way. The injuries to his side have been tended to as well; fortunately there wasn't any skeletal or organ damage. Really, the worst of it right now is that his trouser leg is still hanging in tatters.

Andrew realizes what Daine is doing pretty quickly and allows her to take the lead. He could probably remember the way out, but it's been a long day and, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, her nose is probably more reliable than his memory. Unless, of course, she suddenly starts acting weird, which she absolutely does.

"What is it?" he asks when she turns to look at him. For a second he thinks she's going to try to ask him something, but then it's suddenly back to the same intense sniffing she was doing earlier. "What?" he asks, confused and just slightly worried and annoyed by the olfactory attention. "Did someone slip aniseed in my pocket? You're being weird, Daine."