Amos chuckled a little and offered her a hand to help her up. His hands were narrow and striped with callous: he was no stranger to hard work...or to wielding weapons. But his grip was gentle and careful.

"Fortunately you can lived with a bruised dignity, honey. I've had plenty of those kinds of bruises." Not that Amos was a particularly dignified sort. In fact, he was generally the opposite.