"Much good the bandage would do you, if I were to lock the grit in with it," Maximus murmured, ignoring Thane's protests. He tied a tight knot, and then looked to the would on Thane's chest. It was hard to tell what Thane could take - his flesh so very different - on on any other man the wound would be very open to festering, and there was not enough bandage to go round. He pressed the bottle into Thane's hands as he went to work quickly tearing off the cleanest piece of his robes he could find.

"Just a mouthful, I don't have too much more to spare."