Liraeth let the weight of the Knight settle onto him as Tenth laid his head upon his shoulder and wrapped his arms around him. The other man was heavy, like a leaden weight, he almost felt sure that if Tenth was to fully lean on him he would not be able to support them, that his strength would fail him and they would both collapse there into the dirt by the fireside. But that did not come to pass, not now, at least. 

He had been so worried, so afraid, that he had done something terrible again. That by giving that order, pushing Tenth to demonstrate or confront the curse laid upon him, he had caused some irreparable harm to this quiet and gentle Knight he felt such a sense of responsibility and care for, though he had known him but a day. That he used a spell that had banished someone's personhood fully and finally, condemning them to be nothing more than a hollow husk, an empty shell of the person they had once been. It had terrified him.

But Tenth was not gone, he had slowly returned from wherever it was the spell sent him when it took control of his body. He had seen the fog lift from his eyes, seen the light return to them, heard him speak once more like a living, thinking being, and then this, this most of all proved that the Knight was still a person, what need did an automaton have for the comfort of human touch?

Slowly, he closed the embrace around Tenth, wrapping one arm around the Knight's back, placing the other gently upon the back of his head in quiet comfort. They held there for a while, the silence only broken by the babble of the brook and crackle of the fire. They breathed together, and a sense of peace and calm flooded through Liraeth. 

Eventually, the Knight pulled away from him, Liraeth released his hold and let him do so. The weight lifted off of him like someone pulling back the heavy covers and quilts of winter bed. Heavy, but warm, pleasant even. It had been nice to hold someone again, it had been a while since he had the opportunity to do so, he had been a stranger to most of the places he had passed through on this journey.

Who even knew how long it had been since Tenth had shared a moment of comfort such as this? That was why he cut off the stammered apology that the Knight was forming as he fully pulled back.

"No! It's fine! Really, the least I could do after everything..." He looked down at Tenth's burned hand, it wasn't terrible, but it could have been so much worse had he not found a way to countermand the order he had given. A thought suddenly came to him and he began to rummage through his satchel looking for something. After a few moments he retrieved a small stoppered jar.

"Here! Calendula and lavender salve! It's good for burns. I can apply it if you want? There's no true magic about it, only a little herbcraft but it should be effec-" He could smell something burning still. A quick glance at the fire showed him one of the skewered mushrooms had caught aflame. He swore under his breath and quickly set about trying to rescue what remained of the cooked part of their evening meal.

Once he had done, they each had a heel of bread with some of the hard white cheese he had bought in the last proper village he had passed through, along with a pile of only lightly charred mushrooms. It was not a feast, but after the trials and tribulations of the day that had preceded it, it was welcomed sustenance. He needed it, Liraeth felt tired, but the exhaustion was plain to see on Tenth's face, he was barely keeping his eyes open.

"You should eat something, then rest if you want, I can take the first watch."