James took a bite of the jerky, and felt as if for a moment he was transported to another world. It was so... tasty. He hadn't had jerky in a very long time. However, he quickly was yanked from the feeling when he looked over to Tasha. Though he too felt terrible - like a walking bruise, essentially - he knew Tasha got the worst of it. Open wounds always stood for risk of infection.
"Do you want help?"
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