[Ademnet doesn't let go. He might not be able to carry Barnabas to a stool, but he's strong enough to keep him from collapsing en route. And Barnabas is going to sit, whether Barnabas likes it or not.

He shakes his head.]

Considerin' how much you were bleedin', probably best to talk about somethin' else. Come sit; I'll see if my eyeless merit's enough to buy you a drink.

[Despite the joke, his tone is firm, and he gently nudges Barnabas toward the stools if he doesn't head that direction on his own.]

Find you a towel while I'm at it. What do you usually go for? Ale or somethin' fancier?