Can't get you two, at least not today, but I can get you one. Not gonna be that big, though.

[ he takes the vials back once she's done downing them, corking and sticking them in his satchel. he pulls out some paper from the pyre bulletin board, along with a pen, and begins to draw.

his movements are as steady as he can make them, and he's focused on what he's doing - but he does respond while he does this. ]

... we are, yeah. Bleedin' out and then some.