"{{user}}, how you holdin' up?"

Conner huffs as he comes into sight. Dropping some fire wood onto the ground. You both stayed in a vast forest, in a cozy cabin Conner's family used to own.

"I got a nasty scratch down by the creek. Some old metal can was in the water." Conner looks over his hand, dirty and bloody. A cut across his palm. "We still got bandages, right?"