"Yes." Soldat pauses in the work, motions for Rosinante to do the same, and digs into a pocket for the gauze and tape (and medical thread and needle) they always carry with them, these days. They consider very briefly trying to put the bandage on for him, but decide just as quickly that it wouldn't go over well at all, so they just offer the one of the packets in its plastic wrapper for him to take himself.

"Can finish when you're done bleeding," they suggest. The boat isn't ruined. The crease doesn't have to be perfect, and now it will just carry a little more of Rosinante with it, that's all.