Brinn chuckled when the girl suddenly checked out. It seemed that the knight had chosen to keep going, rather than pull over for lunch, so she figured she had time. She was still shaky, and moving around was strangely difficult, as if she had weights tied to her wrists and ankles. It wasn't the most graceful of maneuvers, but she managed to climb up the crates and help the girl to lounge comfortably. Hopefully she wouldn't fall off the cart.<br/><br/>First thing's first. She began to check for injuries. She found one easily enough. The left arm was a downright mess. She couldn't even begin to tell how bad it was through the grime and blood and poorly wrapped bandage. Grumbling under her breath, she began to gently peel the bandage away. The girl was only sleeping, not completely sedated. She would be extremely groggy, but she would be able to wake if the wound pained her too much. The first aid kit turned out to have been deeply useful, and she almost forgot that it was stolen merchandise. Using a vial of cleansing salve and a clean cloth, she began cleaning the wound.<br/><br/>When this was finished, or close enough anyway, she moved the cloth away to get a decent look at the wound.