For a beat, Teige hesitated. "Yeah?" he said warily.

Hawk didn't seem to notice the moment of hesitation--with the windbreaker out of the way, he carefully lifted Teige's arm and threaded it through the undershirt. There was a bandaid with a small symbol scribbled on it plastered where Teige's injury had been, which he pressed his hand over as Hawk lifted his arm.

"Why'd you do it?" Hawk asked.

"Do what?" Teige asked blankly, gingerly bowing his head to help Hawk pull the shirt over his horns. The stitching that held the elastic in one piece stretched rather tenuously as Hawk did this, but did not give. "Oh," Teige amended, and put the rest of the shirt on himself, now that he only had to use his good arm. "I donno."

"You dunno," Hawk echoed, frowning.

"Well, I dunno!" Teige repeated, and tilted his head off to one side. "I just figured, we had a chance to save those people, we oughta do it. We couldn't have known if it'd do enny good 'til after. We might've made a huge difference. You made a huge difference, coming back for me. I mean," he said, and pressed his hand over his shoulder, "I got away with my hide this time, because of you."

Hawk straightened up and said nothing. They both stared out over the creek mutely for a moment, before Teige rounded on Hawk with a wry grin.

"I was sure you were finally going to ask about my tits."

Hawk gave him a suspicious look. "That ain't my business, is it?"