*smiles as he tears long strips from the hem of his extra shirt* I'm not completely useless, even if I never became King. *binds Bingo's injuries carefully one by one; keeps up a fairly chatty patter to lull his friend into a drowsy state*

I did run after you. And yes, I'm a good tracker. I have to be--I get hungry! Wargs are easy enough to track. Big body, small brain. Very easy.

*ties a knot in the final bandage* I'll help you into the shirt. *lifts Bingo's body and slips his friend's arms into the large garment, first one, then the other; lays him back down and reaches for the knapsack*

We are lucky to have my bedroll in my knapsack. We'll have to share it, unfortunately. *winks at Bingo* But we'll be warmer under the same blankets, if you don't mind. *arranges blanket around them both*