In a town like this, Joel thinks someone should have offered her something a long time ago, that he shouldn't be the first one trying to help her in such a way, but at the same time, there's something so innocent in her expression when she looks up at him that he can't help but selfishly feel a little glad it's him to have done it. And it's so little work. The bottle he's given her is something he can make in less than ten minutes, one of those things he can brew quickly and easily, mostly without thought at this point and he'll make her a hundred more if it really helps that much.

He should have offered sooner, he thinks, but it's been so hard to trust anyone with this information. He hopes she'll forgive him for that.

"Good," he says, his voice softly, his arm still around her. "It should last several hours and I can make you more. It won't... I can't just heal you. I'm not that powerful, but it can move the process along." And he's been doing research, too, trying to find ways he might be able to help her with her leg longterm. It's not clear yet, the power it takes to do something like that seems greater than what he has, but he has to try.