Do you prefer ash to pine, then? [He laughs, shaking the knife dry as he presses at the faucet to stop the water. It works! Great.]

A drink, at the very least, for keeping me from imprisonment over a misunderstanding.

[He slips the knife into place under the sash of his robes, leaning back against the sink as he looks to Tyler with a grin.] At least until our eventful ride gives me another chance to extend my help.