[The brief moment they're apart both helps and...makes him feel a little worse as he can only think how she's going to remain on edge around him until this is over. Stupid shitty curse—

But he'll help get the jar out, picking it up and brushing it off before holding it as he looks up when she returns.]

It'll at least give us something tangible to follow instead of wandering in some random direction.

[His eyes then move to her leg.]

...Will you be able to walk?