Katherine glances up, allowing a bit more worry to shine through, as she examines his head. His hair is dirty, sweaty from the midday heat and leather of his hat, but she sees no telltale signs of blood. She nods slowly.

"We'll get you settled down, then I'll take a look, all right?"

She leads him to the kitchen, pausing in the dining room to pick up a wooden chair. "Henry?" she calls, letting the name echo through the house. She hears a distant, answering call, and beckons him to her.

Setting the chair in the middle of the kitchen, she instructs Jay to sit, and begins unbuttoning her cuffs and rolling up her sleeves.