Daud glances over his shoulder to make sure there isn't anyone else in earshot -- then shakes his head as he hunkers down, to apply firm, even pressure on Theseus's wound with the gauze padding, though his gaze turns to Ellie, watching her reaction.

Quieter now, he speaks, though his words aren't really motivated out of care or compassion -- just a sense that they should be said, somehow, as it relates to his own self-preservation too.

"You should be warier of strangers. Not everyone would like to know they're beside someone who should be a hundred years dead."