"I..." he said to her when he placed the bowl of stew in front of her. "am hungry as hell too." The spoon in the thick stew was large, almost ladle-like. Humphrey had plopped down next to her chair, and the muscled young man began scooping a bowl for himself as well. "You feel better?" He asked her, glancing over his shoulder at her. She seemed so unsure about everything except the food. After a moment, he realized it might be stupid question, at least to her. She might feel better, but she was still bruised, hungry, and shaved. 

He took off his smith apron (having put it on to cook) and set it down. He let her go ahead and dig in while he went to fetch the medicine to help her wounds, heading into the storage room and sift through a cabinet. Moving aside various items, he found the herbs he was looking for. "Good." He said to himself, making his way back into the kitchen once again and placing the herbs in another boiling pot. 

"You're lucky I found you. Those ruffians from the street were thinking of going back out there to mess with you some more. That seemed [i]excessive[/i]," he joked, cutting up the last of the herbs. "So I helped. I never did like most of the men in the town. They'd gut you for an extra coin." 

Letting the herbs boil, he pulled up a chair across from her and sat down, beginning to eat his stew as well. It was hearty but tasty, considering. And filling as well. "You're not good to walk for a long while, and I don't have a horse to take you anywhere. I have a donkey but...I don't think that is your style." He winked. "If you want to stay here for a bit, you're welcome to. Just make sure you don't wander too far. If you head opposite of the town from my house, the forest is filled with wolves this time of year."