Howard tries to nod and then stops, as that sends more pain lancing through his broken head. He tries not to think about all the sugar, if only because he's still nauseated from the dizziness. "You wouldn't know how to archery, would you?"

Archery. Totally a verb. Howard tries his best not to slow Sherlock down, although that's tricky when walking is still such a complicated task. His sense of balance has improved a little bit, but he suspects that's only because he's adjusting to the depth perception of one eye.

"Why did you come back for me?"