[Paul gives the commander a look that in a real army might rise to the level of insubordination and then cuts his gaze away dismissively. He sees the stag, and that means he doesn't have very much time. He ignores everything else (but oh, he'll remember all of it).

Paul lets the boy look him over, using the opportunity to assess him in return. He doesn't seem worse off than he was, at least. Paul, himself, is fine. There's more blood on his left shoulder than is ideal, but the nerve block held (he might have overdone it, but he can fix it later, and it's nothing the boy will be able to notice). His calf has opened up again in two spots, but those are old injuries. There's the lockjoint, of course. So all in all, he's fine.]

I'm all right. Hey, hey - [Paul touches his shoulder again with his right hand as he stays slumped against the trench wall.] I'm all right. Listen. My name is Paul Atreides. After we get out of here, I'm going to come find you, so I need to know your name too, all right? So my omen can find yours.