"I guess you could say that," he said after some consideration. He handed over the box of supplies, rummaging quickly within to produce a small plastic tube and handing it to her. "Our stuff tends to have preservatives in it, so it doesn't really spoil quickly."

He took a moment to watch her ease her feet into the warm water, his brows drawing together sympathetically at that hiss of pain. "You don't need to apologize, Khemrys. How would you know what I've got stashed around my room?"

Noticing what he'd forgotten, he disappeared back into the small room and returned with a second, smaller towel and a small bar of soap. "I don't buy the antibacterial stuff, but if you wanted try to clean the dirt out of those wounds I have this soap." The possibly familiar scents of lavender, spruce, and cedar rose sharply but pleasantly from the bar.