The money was the furthest thing from Su-jin's mind. There's a druggist just nearby and he glances between the wolf and the shop. He needn't tell the stranger not to go anywhere, not when said stranger was asking for his aid.

"I won't be long," he assured before scurrying across the street to the druggist's shop. It only took a few minutes (and not much money) for him to walk out with a bottle of laudanum in hand. Whatever was ailing the wolf, that ought to help him find some relief.

Su-jin hurried back over, crouching in front of the other to examine him for any signs of a wound. He probably should have done that before running off, but he hadn't noted or smelled any fresh blood. Now that he was close enough, he didn't see any bumps or bruises either. Some kind of headache, perhaps?

He held out his hands, but then pulled them back. Instead, he pressed the bottle of medicine into the stranger's hands.

"Here. It's laudanum."