Where the wolf's impulse is to drop him off at the gates, Bob's pride prickles in much the same way. It's embarrassing to be carried in from an adventure gone sideways, especially since he's only just got here. The tingling is getting all the more pronounced in his arms and legs now, a sure sign that his temporary paralysis is on its way out.

But the reality of this particular situation is that he doesn't know when he'll regain enough feeling to walk. And even when he does, how much difference is it really going to make getting dropped off some random place in town instead of just at the boarding house where he can hang out in bed until he's up and about again.

So that pride is swallowed and he grunts his agreement before forming actual words.

"Yeah. Mind taking me to bed, Furminator?"