Geez! Stop saying that when you're in such rough shape yourself! [ Literally the pot and kettle right now. Ed starts to lead nearer toward his camp. He has some food and water there he's willing to share. As they move, Pop falls into place beside Ed, and he gives the dog an absent-minded pat. ]

I'm kinda glad the arrow didn't get you anywhere higher or lower. Otherwise ... [ Any higher and it could have impaled him through the brain. Any lower and it could get him in the throat. ]