Luckily for her, his enemy is not only a very specific group of individuals, but she also doesn't look like one of them. (Unluckily for his enemy, his sword is made out of one of the materials that can kill them.) None of the people here seem to be wights, in fact, and at the moment, this is a peaceful place.

He's started to come down off of his adrenaline high by the time she address him. The sore muscles, the fatigue, it's all starting to catch up with him. Soon he'll want to sleep like the dead.

"Doctor?" The confusion is apparent. He doesn't know that word. "I've had worse injuries."