He can stand and walk! Just not do much more than that. And he probably will sleep better knowing that she's there to keep watch. He, well, trust is a ways off, but he doesn't think she'll knife him in his sleep which is more than he can say for pretty much anyone else.

He follows her to the bedroom and stops before just faceplanting on the bed and takes his boots off. "Natalia?" It's the first time he's used the Russian name for her. It's the first time he's ever indicated that he knew it. "Thank you." The words are awkward on his tongue, unused and rusty, but they seem appropriate.

He crawls into the bed, and is asleep before she closes the door.