He straightens a little when she goes silent, worried she's going to get mad at him? He's never seen her actually mad, and the thought frightens him for just a moment. But then she goes and sits herself down, and he nods just slightly, looking about as unsure as he feels.

"Thank you," is all he manages after a moment, letting himself be pleased that she's finally sat her butt down. It's not the same as sleeping, but it's something. He can't imagine how much pain she must be in, if she's in pain at all anyway.

Then she's bringing up a bridge, and he follows the topic change with about as much grace as you might expect from someone who only learned there was another meaning for bridge about twenty minutes ago.

"Why would we go to a bridge? Where is it?" It must be near the water here, right? He looks around in confusion.