[You know those all nighters that seem like a great idea? But then they just aren't? This little peachy-blonde looks like he's pulled a few of those in succession. His hair is tousled and his eyes are just a shadow of how bright and alert they usually are. From the looks of things, he's just sitting on a bench in Asgard's garden.]

I've heard about some of the -- ah, campers, I guess -- coming back with severe burns. And there's talk now of hostile fire creatures.

[He closes his eyes and hesitates, as if he's drifting off a bit. He forcibly corrects his posture.]

I always carry this kind of thing, but I want to know if any of you want to stock up on handmade bandages. They're re-usable and more durable than typical store purchases! [He's trying to sound cheerful about these, but it only sorta works.] They're well made, I worked with fabric quite a bit before ending up here. [It's subtle, but there's a touch of bitterness about the whole "here you are, away from everything you've ever known!"]

Let me know. I just thought since I've been making them anyway since the wounded returned...

[He smiles, but it's a little lopsided at this point. The feed shakes and cuts.]