Peridot took note of the scarf, nodded, and then moved to (rather more carefully) unwrap it from Jason's neck, shimmy back down to his leg, and then proceeded to splint it.

"That should do," she sighed, then made her way back up to sit in the snow by his face again. "How's your head? You're losing blood there."

It was far more distressing to see it happen in real life, coming from somebody that she knew.