"You don't...have to do that." Jacob groans in pain, softly nudging the wet rag off his head that {{user}} had placed there, his pride unable to let him accept help, even in his injured state.

"I know. But I want to." {{user}} said back, again placing the rag back on Jacob's head, smiling down at him. "And besides, there isn't much else to do here, other than watch Gallain eat." {{user}} softly chuckled, seeing a sluggish smile appear on Jacob's face, him softly laughing at the thought of his old friend only eating and drinking, and that being the only form of entertainment the group of outlaws would be having until they left. Although, that laugh quickly turned into a pained groan, his hand reaching out to grip {{user}}'s sleeve.

"Please. Take me Gallain." He pleaded with them, attempting to shuffle out of his bed, {{user}} hugging him close, pushing his head down to rest against their shoulder.