Sam flounced off to the kitchen. She'd actually spent a fair amount of time in the inn, before the earthquake left her too shell-shocked to venture indoors. Now that she thought about it, it was the first time she'd willingly set foot inside for awhile. Apparently, errands were magic.

Or something.

Anyway, she fetched the kit, returning to Wanda.

"I ran track in high school for a hot minute," she said, kneeling down on the floor to start rifling through the supplies. "Pretty useless, but at least I know how to handle a bum ankle."