"As comfortable as a log is likely to be, anyway." She came back over with the kit and sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him. "Our medical supplies are a little low," she said, opening the kit. "We had an injury...someone attacked John at the Cornucopia. Cut his leg pretty bad. But we should have enough antiseptic ointment to spare."

She took out the tube, and squeezed out a glob onto some gauze.