"If you're in pain, there is a hospital, such as it is, nearby."

Quiet, not quiet enough. Reeve, seated in the second chair by the fire, didn't even turn his attention from the fire, or the paper in his lap. He's got something like a clip-board on his lap, made of two pieces of cardboard, two small pins, and on it a single piece of paper that he was currently creating a very length list of supplies on.

"Granted the medical supplies are a bit... archaic. Not even a decent healing materia in sight. But we make due."