"I'm sorry, but I must decline. I need to grab supplies, maybe some of the not-so-terrible remedies from the woman downstairs. Keep that knife close to you. If they are coming as soon as you think, you might need it..." He reached for his pack and pulled out a small satchel. "Here are the leaves. Put them over your wounds." 

He started walking towards the door. "I'll be back to check on you in a few hours. If anyone comes into the inn, they'll just assume I'm some nomad. I'll be able to warn you and we can sneak out the window." He said, gesturing to it.

He took a deep sigh and looked to the floor as he opened the door to their room. "Be brave. Alright? I promise they won't get you."