[He'll be angry later. For now, it's taking all his focus to make sure he—and now November, not that November probably needs his help with that—stays alive. He hadn't been so sure he could do it on his own.

He feels better about their chances now. With anyone else, he might not.]

Tired, though I think maybe that goes without saying. I'll be better once we're out of here. I'm not sure how much help I'll be if something finds us out here.

[Being your own portable medical station helps, sometimes, though having to heal himself is about as unpleasant as it gets.]

But I can do you one better than bandages. [He spreads his hands. Healing he can still do, and that's intentional.] Show me.