[Michael frowns at the box of herbs, and goes to inspect it while Lion fetches the iodine.]

They talked about this some in my class. But there was always an underlying assumption that we'd have potions or something on hand. It was more about handling minor things on our own, and maybe making sure someone else was well enough to get back to a healer.

[Shortsighted, yeah. If he'd had more time, Michael would have studied it more in-depth; he'd planned on the advanced courses anyway. But the generic dosage instructions for the average humanoid should be enough, right? He'll take some of this.]

I wouldn't say there's an immediate need at all. I just don't want there to be one. People...people and their swords here, it's all very retro. 

[Eleanor and her sword wounds. What if Dr. Tank hadn't been there that day? Those would have needed to be closed. 

Michael peers dubiously at the bag, and then ventures a look inside. He probably won't need that stuff, but he'll have a hard time forgiving himself if he does and he didn't grab them.]

How is Will? I was going to try to help with his mirror thing, but then - [you know, this happened]