[ The breathing... helps, though he finds it a little difficult to control when his body is still under so much strain. There must be help here of some kind; a healer or hospital. Right?

But it does help. Even before the man lifts his hand away, Gustave's shoulder is lifting and falling more slowly than before, his breaths coming more evenly. ]

Well, I'm glad you decided to impose a little today.

[ He looks over his shoulder and up at the other man, who looks as calm and collected as Gustave is grimy and exhausted. ]

What's your name? So I can thank you properly, once I'm back on my feet.