"I know." A reply to the wheeze, firm but sympathetic. It is a dirty trick but it works every time. "Didn't want you to tense up."

She drops her hand. She keeps a kit with her on a belt, there's different pouches. It's not as reassuring as having a backpack on — there isn't enough room for everything — but having something is always gonna be better than having nothing. There's room for a roll of bandages and dried elfroot, and that's what they need right now.

Wadding up the bandage she says, "Can you loosen this for a sec."

The bandages will be the filling for the sandwich; Lazar and his leathers the bread.