Lyell had been busying himself making bandages with whatever cloth scraps were availible. Shoddy, frayed linen to be certain, but it held the blood where it was supposed to be. Tying a few of his own off, he glanced up at the proposal of moving on.<strong>"Perhaps we should. There's little sense in staying here, as I've yet to see anything to indicate that this area can be secured."</strong>