[good, that's more like it. He herds Zoro back to the fire, where the light reveals the extent of some of his injuries. They're going to need to do something about that, in case this ordeal prevents them from getting back to Chopper quickly.]

No, there's nothing in here, least of all anything edible. Unless you like dust pie with a side of mud soup, in which case, I'll get right on that.

[He crouches down beside Zoro, inspecting him, prodding him a bit, and then moves to peel off his suit coat.]

You're bleeding pretty bad, there. Put your hand over it, dumbass.