Fists balled, Lorne waits stiffly until the soldiers are well on their way to let out a slow breath. That easily could have gone violently sideways, and would have without Dain's fortunate arrival. It still might not be over. He looks from Tuo to the Shepherd, gives Dain a firm nod.

"Thank you," he says seriously, "for navigating that equitably." After the incident with Detlef… well, Lorne wouldn't have trusted another Shepherd to have his back no matter how truthful he was. He's currently unaware if Dain and Tuo know each other at all, so he's going to be cautious with his phrasing here.

Lorne turns towards Tuo's wagon. As he walks he pulls one of his gloves off and tugs a plain kerchief out of his cloak. Shaking it open, Lorne stoops to gather up a handful of clean snow and places it inside the cloth. He ties the corners loosely, goes to the wagon and holds it out to Tuo.

"Here, put that across the bridge of your nose to help staunch the bleeding, and keep your head tipped forward," Lorne suggests. His hand throbs and he ignores it. "If it's broken, I can try to set it once the bleeding stops."