They work well together in that. Len isn't used to saying thank you and Mick isn't used to hearing it. So the moment passes and he watches carefully as he picks at his food, a little of the meat, some of the vegetables Henry had provided from his garden for roasting.

"Ran down a couple of deer while you were gettin patched up. I'll string up some of it to dry, see what we can cure and take with us." He's eaten, but only just enough. Mick wanted any of the healer's stores saved for him or for Snart if needed. He could continue to hunt for anything he might need for himself.