He watches her work and holds the woman's ankle for as long as Beth needs.

"More than we would to comfort the inflicted, but nothing for this specific strand." Cetaganda having more supplies was hardly a secret. Outgunned, out supplied, and their technology was centuries behind as the planet had been fumbling to speed up their development. It had been one of the many reasons he'd chosen to study this planet and this time period. "It's specific to Barrayar."