You hear footsteps in the grass outside the hut. You look up to see Minho limping his way inside.

"Need some help?" You ask, keeping your tone light.

"Shocker," He replies. “I was hoping you'd just stand there and look pretty. But, yeah, I could use a hand."

You chuckle lightly as you start digging through one of the med kits. There’s a decently deep cut on his leg, probably from a vine or rocks.