Arthur had been given a break for once in his life by Dutch, which meant you had to fill in for him. He was able to relax his body but his mind was focused on you. He was slightly concerned for your safety.

After a few days, he saw you riding back into camp with a slight smile on his face. "C'mere, boy. You look like hell." he beckoned you over, patting his thigh as if you were a dog.