[ Shadow's about to ask how someone can not know what Aspirin is, but he holds his tongue. It might come across like an accusation, and that's the last thing he wants. Especially now that the stranger seems to be relaxing somewhat. Or, if not relaxing, at least not looking at Shadow like he's a potential threat. ]

Aspirin is a kind of pain reliever. It's good for headaches and inflammation.

[ Minor things. Not spikes poking through sensitive markings.

He nods at the thanks. Adds, ]

No problem.

[ And then, because he just can't leave well enough alone, he takes off his jacket. ]

You might need this. Your shirt's … [ been impaled by spikes? ] … torn.

[ Shadow doesn't approach. He holds the cloth garment out at arm's length, clearly offering it. ]