[what.] The hell you don't. [one life is worth no less than another -- she overturned her whole realm for the sake of that principle. only one person she's ever known could walk off injuries like that, and if this man were like him, it would have happened already.

so he doesn't know battlefield medicine; well, many don't. it would be nice to live in a world where nobody had to. she tries her best to soften. her frustrations aren't his fault.]

Let me check who's in there, and then I can set your arm and leg. Can you wait a few minutes? If we can fix you up now, you can help move survivors away from the train. [she doesn't think the fractures are compounded, but his clothing looks like he was rammed through a hillside and then set on fire, so it's hard to be sure. she shrugs her backpack off her shoulder.] There's still some burn salve left in here; it'll hurt like hell later if you don't dress it. [thankfully, the box has directions.]


[[does he have his backpack?]]