Very carefully, Donnie dismounts and lets the man lead the way, still hugging his wounded arm close. Maybe he should have transmuted the bullet into a painkiller. Except he wouldn't have been able to calculate the dosage. Ugh.

"Come here often?" A sad attempt at some levity, if difficult to tell. He tried anyway, but he's not really feeling it. "...at least they shouldn't have to worry about the bullet."