Murphy was gentle with the binding. His fingers light against her skin and the make-shift bandages bound firmly enough that it wouldn't slip, but not so tight that she couldn't flex her hands easily. He smirked up at her while he did it and shrugged. His mouth was a little too full to speak properly until he was done.

Once he was, he handed the knife back to her and slung the backpack over his shoulders again, "I've been through worse, too. Doesn't mean it shouldn't be dealt with when we have the time. And we do. Now, I do believe you were leading the way."