“I’m sure he does,” I said confidently, quickly striding toward the tiny bathroom off the kitchen. It was barely big enough to turn around in, but there was a tiny medicine cabinet above the rusting sink. I didn’t see a first aid kit, but there were several gauze pads and a roll of adhesive. It was the best we had in the moment.
I grabbed the supplies and returned to Celeste’s side. We worked in near silence while she pointed to wounds too grievous to close with her magic alone. I wrapped them, protecting them from outside forces. At the very least, Kal wasn’t bleeding nearly as profusely as he’d been before, which was a good start.
“I wish I could do more,” Celeste said, sounding strained as she pulled her palms away. I watched the skin on Kal’s exposed shoulder become a little less rag
