There's an agitated-looking magpie pacing hither and thither along the awning of the wagon as Tuo and company approach it. Wearily, Tuo looks up at it without saying anything as he eases himself down onto one of the steps, then starts some when Lorne offers him the poultice. "...If it's broken, I can try to set it once the bleeding stops."

Drolly, "Would you? How kind." The mockery in his voice isn't at Lorne's expense, but at the absurdity of looking forward to more pain following so swiftly on the heels of what he's dealing with now. Still, his eyes soften after a moment, though they don't lose their impish glitter entirely. "Thank you. Should I ever see a kitten stuck up a tree, I'll know which heroic guardsman to seek out."

His eyes land on Dain just beyond Lorne's shoulder, and if maybe, just for a moment, heartsick longing and regret flickers across his narrow features--well, he's in pain. Surely that is explanation enough for any grimace he may wear.

"Will he be alright?"

"'He' is sitting right here, you know," he points out primly, but cannot fully suppress the smile curling up the corners of his lips.