That idea seemed more fine, but he was very aware of the fact that showing up at the doorstep of some inn with a random bloodied-up fellow would be very, very suspicious. "Erm, I don't really think whiskey and sleep will close your wounds, but okay," Anthony said, deciding to shut up now. "Um, alright, let's get up, then." He gave the man that warning, and then tried to help him get up yet again.