Steve leaves the room for a moment, returning with not only a plain grey sweatsuit and a pair of cheap slippers, but also a bottle of orange juice and a bottle of naproxen. "Do you think you usually heal fa--" he begins, then pauses in his tracks when he sees the additional bruises and burns. Once again, his heart breaks a little, but he only takes second to steady himself.

"--faster than a baseline human? Whoever that woman brings to help will need to know that." Unless she turns out to be some sort of post-apocalyptic shaman or something. He hopes not.

He lays the sweatsuit across the foot of the bed, puts the juice and painkillers within reach, and goes to the medical supply shelf. "I have some medi-honey. We can use that for the shallower burns. Did you get hit in the head?"