Mayt would've been awake when Sasha first got up, but he'd still be lying there, as if he's asleep. But he'd sit up when the doctor came running up, almost grabbing his sword, but not when he sees who it is. He sighs and stands up, moving over to Sasha as the doctor leaves. "What's in the bottle?" He'd ask in a tired not-a-morning-person tone, crossing his arms. After she answers, he shrugs, and looks around. "We can go now right? I don't mind sleeping on the road, but I'm uncomfortable so close to a band of murderers and a sick town." To facilitate this, he'd then start gathering his stuff up and putting the jackets and such he took off to tend to his injuries. Tossing the blanket back to Sasha, knowing it's hers. He yawns loudly and puts his hands behind his head, turning towards the road, which he starts walking down weather she agreed to go or not.

Once Sasha is caught up, or it at least in hearing range again. "How should we split the money? I don't really feel 50/50 is fair to you. You're the one who spotted the plant and fought more of those pieces and mages and whatever the hell. All I did was keep one guy off your back that entire fight. Oh, and can't forget moral support." He gave her a thumbs up, but his facial expression suggests that was more a sour joke than actually meaning it. "So I say we split it 70/30, your way." He looks at her to see if she's okay with that.