It took Locke a second to answer as he took stock of himself. He accepted her help without even thinking.

"Yeah, 'course," he said finally, pulling himself up and wincing as it tugged at the wound. It even made breathing painful. His heavy jacket had taken some of the blow for him, but he'd assumed the worst and scrambled up and away before he realized it wasn't a monster that had attacked him. The sudden movement had only served to widen the gash. He'd had worse, much worse before, when they were battling overpowered creatures and magical dieties. Still, his grip on her arm was white-knuckled as they made their way back toward the door and the fading light of day. He frowned over at the stove as it came into view.

"Thought you were getting a fire going?"

At least he wasn't distracted by being cold anymore.