Hearing the words did help lighten his troubles and he smiled weakly as he walked. "You're being too kind, it's not much to carry you home. You need to take it easy and rest." He still believed the words were just due to his injury messing with his head a little. He couldn't trust he meant it until after he recovered. "Want me to help you prepare for bed when I get you there?" He tried to glance back and spoke low so no one would hear them.