[He's silent for a time, rolling up bandages and wrestling with his emotions. Finally, just as he's finishing the last one, he mutters,] That's... good, at least. [At least they had people who could treat the injured. He doesn't have to feel guilty about not being here... or at least, not too guilty.]
[He gathers up the neatly rolled-up bandages into a basket.] You're holding up alright?
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[He gathers up the neatly rolled-up bandages into a basket.] You're holding up alright?