[ It's a sturdy bottle, the kind taken across a region on long adventures, at least able to withstand a firm hold. The bandages were already noted upon Red's initial approach, but he's not going to ask, grabbing for the fruits (bagged and dried, with some nuts mixed in too-) to offer. ] It'll help you get your energy back. I've got some other snacks if you're allergic.

[ He's only using one hand himself, the other resting carefully with the arm still, a knock from earlier making it uncomfortable to move around. But he's smiling all the same, calm. His arm isn't the concern right now. ]

By the way, my name is Red. Do you remember what happened?