John nodded "No need to thank me. I'm a soldier. We swore an oath to protect the crown, country and people. From all enemies. Foreign and domestic." He sighed "ive seen too much violence in my time. Between gun fights and riots. I wont leave a man on the ground. Thats what the medal was for before returning home and how i got wounded, i pulled soldiers from my company out of a firefight with enemy forces......before and after i was wounded" The room was warming up nicely with the fire. It cast a glow over the office and made it feel very cosy. John placed the clothes he was handed on the chair. He looked at Tristan. "Do you want any bandages, iodine or anything for the wounds? I'll get them out for you"

John placed his own jacket over the back of a chair near the fire to dry it out a little. The rain hadn't been heavy but enough to soak them both before Tristan was on the ground. "Would you like me to put the kettle on. See if we can warm you up"