The villagers had at first been wary of Hayden, a stranger with some skill in mending wounds. It hadn't taken too long for some of them to give in, though, coming to him with the 'lesser' injuries, them being basically anything less than missing limbs or large or serious burns.

His stomach had rolled at the sight of some of the villagers' injuries, though he'd forced himself to ignore it, and found a place in his mind where he. Ecame detatched from what was going on around him, treating it just like he would practice, or a test, back home. He'd just gotten a small break from patients, most of the worst injuries being taken care of already, though he knew they'd be back to have their wounds redressed soon enough, the way some had been bleeding. He'd just sat down with a cup of water that one of the children had brought him, when he heard his name. Sighing, he gulped down the drink, climbing to his feet again with a slight wince, and handing the cup back to the girl, thanking her and heading towards Chance and Erwan. He caught most of what was said, the older two males already talking about food and rest.
"Well enough..." he said, shrugging a bit when Erwan asked him how he was holding up. He wasn't quite sure how Erwan meant that, if it was just how he was holding up with dealing with the injured villagers, or with everything that had happened that day. Either way, he'd put on a brave face and wait til he was alone to deal with it all. If he let himself think too deeply about any of it, even just the wounded, he'd probably break.

Turning to Chance, he gave the larger male a small smile. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not hungry." He said, turning down his offer of food. His stomach still wasnt quite settled, plus these people needed it more than he did.