Everything in the pouch was a standard bottle, none of them the thick orange plastic of prescription bottles, though there was also a box of band-aids and a roll of paper tape along with a few other odds and ends he thought might come in handy.

There was a small smile at the thanks, followed by a shallow shrug, "Just because you're an insufferable know-it-all doesn't mean I'm just going to let you suffer." There was no real bite in the insult, in fact it bordered on being a term of endearment. At the mention of food making a return trip, he fished another pill bottle out of the pouch to offer it over as well: "Anti-nausea. Because you really should eat something with those, even if it's just toast or something light and bland."