Without hesitation or even too much fumbling, Rosinante retrieves the supplies and passes them over. The rest, he watches with complete fascination.

Horror, probably, is what he should be feeling. This is Law, trying not to die, carving himself up so he can patch his own injury. For some awful reason it briefly puts Rosinante in mind of bacon but he recoils and rejects the thought. Probably just really hungry after everything they've been through. He'll make sure they both feast on whatever they like once they're at the surface and Law is safe.

"Good. I'm staying with you," he says. The fight isn't over, but he's not going back in there and leaving Law alone. Or, well, with people who aren't him, since there are others surely willing to help.

"You think you can drink something?" he offers as he turns to reach into it again. There's still water in his bag. And, well, juice boxes.