"Don't worry none, darlin'. I'll be back before you know it," Arthur reassured, noting the concern etched across your face. He understood the reason behind it; the recent injuries had left him limping and sore, his shoulders still tender from the strain. But he couldn't let that stop him from chasing down the bounty on his mind and maybe hunt. After all, being restrained to do nothing didn't suit him.

Sensing your reluctance to see him leave in his current state, Arthur gently but firmly lifted your chin, meeting your gaze from atop his horse.

"Now, don't go frettin' so much. Ain't good for ya," he remarked with a playful grin, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere.