[Ah. Shinjiro stares at him a long moment, debating if that counts as permission or if he's simply run out of strength to resist.]

All the more reason to get yourself patched up. Got shit to do, right?

[With whatever consciousness remains in Knives, he might notice that despite his coarse speech and attitude, he actually handles him very gently, pulling his less injured arm over his shoulder. It'd be more secure to simply carry him on his back, probably, but it'd chafe more; he opts for the minimum possible contact between the man's skin and his own clothes.

Some time later, he notices the man stir against him. Hopes that it won't mean he'll need to stop to try to convince him to accept his help again, because they're out in the middle of nowhere and the sun will be setting soon, preferably when he's actually back in Stellari.]

Hey. It won't be much longer now. We're about twenty minutes out.