"Yes, it's not as though either of us is carrying spare bandages or field dressing." He never did unless he was expecting trouble. Such things were too bulky and took up too much space when the things he found more useful better served.

He was just coming in behind her when she tossed it past him. He hissed through his teeth in surprise and whirled to face it. His expression was grim, his curse little more than a murmur under his breath. "Damn it. Of course it would be a cat."

For being dead, it hadn't lost much dexterity. "Did it get you?" he asked without looking her way, carefully reaching toward the inner lining of his belt for one of his throwing blades. The last thing he wanted was to spook it and provoke a quick attack.