He'd been seriously injured, then, to still be holding himself so carefully. There was a minute frown on Raine's face as she studied his movement, but she smoothed it away before more than a few seconds.

"I do." She returned the nod, precise almost to the degree: they were meeting on equal terms, and she would accept nothing less.

With her free hand, she dug into her pocket, coming up with a small clear jar, corked securely and full of a greenish liquid that barely sloshed, indicating its relative viscosity. "Do you know what this is?" she asked.