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Clay had the spool of bandage in one hand, a strip of it in his mouth and scissors in the other. He tried to hold it in place on his ribs with an elbow as he cut at the fabric.

[i]“Ther brn gorked boddle over der”[/i] Clay said with slight difficulty through the bandage between his clenched teeth, with a vague nod of his head in the general direction of the table.

After cutting the spool of white fabric free from the layers that wrapped his wound he struggled to tie the loose tail off behind his back before conceding and turning to Lavender. 

“[i]Reckon those burnt hands of yours can still tie a bandage?[/i]” he asked.