[He casts a look of gratitude at the young woman who has joined them. She's pretty, but not so familiar; he thinks she may be relatively recently arrived.]

Aye.

[He produces such a thing, from a small pile of supplies he had gathered before beginning to circulate in the attempt to aid people.]

She is a kitchen maid. Started working not long ago. [He looks at the injured girl, her tearful, frightened, round little face, and adds, addressing her,] I did kitchen work for a while, did you know? I was a steward once. If you want to know a foreign recipe for spiced wine, I will tell you when you're feeling better.

[And he holds out the cloth for the woman to wet.]