"Don't need it longer than that," he answered, dropping the backpack from his shoulder and pulling out the blanket. He cut a long strip of it off one side before stuffing the rest of it back in. The strip he cut in half. The knife went up to be held between his teeth - fortunately the rain had long since washed the blood off - and the gestured for her to hold her hands out for him. He knew enough about binding wounds to do this much for her.