[It's fine, this is all fine--thank whatever gods are out there that they're back at the camp, though. Lif notably eases once they're back--not entirely, because he'd be stupid too, but enough that it's noticeable. Either way, Lif's more than ready to ask if he should take night watch or rest, but--

Aela rather swiftly puts a potion in his hand before he can ask what she's doing--but ah, right. It's like a vulnerary, isn't it?]

If it is anything like a vulnerary, it should be able to help the wound close as well. You have my thanks; I'll drink it once we have decided...

[...Wait, Aela isn't moving. Does she expect him to just--?]

...Are you going to watch me drink it?

[He's not sure if he's amused or confused.]