Hazel shut her mouth. Amos was right. Instead of letting more of her frustration spill out, she fished the first aid kit out of the bag she had brought from the kitchen and one of the frozen items and made her way to Amos.

"Here." She flipped open the kit and pulled out wipes for him to clean up with. While he did that, she rolled some gauze into cylinders so he could stop whatever bleeding might still be going on.

"Use this for the swelling." She said. Obviously he knew to use the frozen item she was handing him for the swelling. She didn't know why she felt the need to whisper it to him.

"Is anyone else hurt?" he ignored her own bumps and bruises. They were minor enough, though her right wrist was swelling a little bit where the Tartok had grabbed her. Thick bruises were forming there in the shape of the Tartok's hand. She suppressed a shiver.