Why would--? Aw, dunk. Taako narrows his eyes in confusion, and then it occurs to him, health kits; it seemed like a reasonable thing to shop for at the time, but he's putting two and two a little more together now. Or maybe Ren is just super concerned this armor-wearing, charmingly inscrutable being is somehow gonna be damaged by hoisting up a scrubby jungle gremlin like her? He'd rather it be that one. For a couple reasons. It's not his business if Drifter has some weakness, some hurt or ailment that they haven't chosen to make known to a frivolous island shopkeeper they barely know. Well, it kinda is, if they're about to get in a big fight, but they probably know best and they didn't back out given the chance, so. What a good dude. He really hopes this doesn't turn out too badly.

"I can, I can spell you, if you get tired. Not like with magic, I realize how that sounded, Taako's had a long night," and it's not over, and he's got a party now? Still pretty fucking weird, hasn't stopped being a thing. He grins like a nervous tic, sheepish and fleeting. "Just, you know, say the word," he winces, a minor faux pas, "And I can carry Ren." He's pretty sure that's actually true. He's carried things before, how hard can it be. They're in this together now.