*turns his hand over to weakly clasp Arathorn's, looks back at him with gratitude and nods* There's nothing to forgive. I am a most thrilling date, aren't I? *gives him a wry smile*

*endures another wave of pain as he watches him go, focuses on watching the Dunedain's steps to distract himself from the hurt* I've been upbraiding you, Lady Elbereth, for letting this Warg take me, so I should now thank you for sending me this wonderful friend.