With caution, the pitch black dragon slowly treads over and takes the sword into her mouth, turning around and throwing it into her tunnel system... It'd be secure in there until her partner decided to give it back. Keeping an enemy unarmed, even if they present as having good intentions, is the only way to live. After all, their own people turned against them. They knew the pains of false trust.
She huffed, although, relaxing now he had no weapon... Unless, like her, he had a second one somewhere. After all, she only agreed to the bow. So, keeping her word, she slid her arrow back into the quiver, her bow back on her back, and drew her dagger. "Do you work for anyone? Is a man named Hermund Solburg paying you? How did you find my land?" The woman began to question, standing up on her feet and getting into a secure stance. No matter his condolence to her fear, she wasn't letting her guard down against a fight.
"Yes, sit down now... I'll get supplies to wrap your leg. If you or your dragon moves in my direction, Iona will kill you. Don't question her, she's the most feared dragon for a reason..." She grumbled, before jogging out of sight towards her cabin. There, she gathered cotton gauge, glue from her dragon's saliva, an herb blend to reduce pain, and alcohol to clean the wound.
Saga ran back over with her equipment, kneeling down by the man and tearing off the part of his pants above his wound. First she cleaned, then she rubbed the herbs in and around the wound, then wrapped and glued the cotton gauge around it. It was a simple process, but important to her enough to do. "There... I'll set you up a tent outside, or you can use a nearby cave... I'll help you heal, keep you fed and warm. Soon, I'll let you sleep in my home. Do not make me regret this." (edited)