Drake hands them over next, too. This part, he would have asked for help with, because wrapping bandages evenly and with the right tension and then tying them off... one-handed? He could do it, but he was still tired enough to doubt his own dexterity.

And it was just a lot less fuss to have someone else manage it.

"I think our being here is proof of that," Amberdrake notes mildly, "although I have a hard time being mad at them over it, at this point. I shouldn't be glad for this situation; there are people relying on me on my world, and people relying on you on yours, but..."

But he is glad. Even if he suspects that makes him a selfish idiot.