The door opened after a while and Tristan looked up. The greeting was less friendly than he had hoped for, though he saw no outright hostility in Mr. Meijer's face, and his injured brother did not seem offended. "Mr. Meijer," he said, eager to win the man over for his injured brother's plight. He held out his hand. "I hope your hand is all healed. Your brother is lucky to be alive, sir. He's going to need a wash and clean clothes before I treat the rest of his injuries."