He smiled easily, setting aside the shirt he'd been folding to fish the bottle out of his box of supplies, moving closer to offer it over, "I've got a roll of boxer's tape, also, if you need to stick your knuckles back together."

He wasn't sure yet if the kid was actually injured or if it was just leftover from what was on the clothes he'd thrown in to wash, and he wasn't going to ask about that, either, unless it became obvious that he should.