Small Things

*is having no patience with this attitude today...cheerfully, while examining your injuries and easily fending off your cold shoulder*

I know; I'm a right bastard. Mean old Doctor Watson; wanting all his patients to live...whatever was I thinking of?

These good people are your rescuing party. Though if you'd rather they throw you off a cliff or something I'm sure that could be arranged too.

*takes some aloe-looking plant sprigs out of pocket and bites one open, using its inner gel to treat some of your scrapes and burns*

*then adds some to own skin as an afterthought, replenishing the treatment for an already-peeling sunburn*

*tosses a sprig to Sam, who also looks a little cooked*

There you go. Put some of that on you. Takes some of the sting off.