( The way he speaks so casually about losing an arm might be startling to some — but not for someone like Javert. It is certainly within the realm of possibility. Javert has always been careful to clean his wounds and keep them bandaged, knowing just how easily the skin can rot and make such amputation a necessity.

He finishes knotting the cravat and looks up at the other man, his expression serious and determined. )

I do not know this store nor this city. You will have to help me find this medicine you seek. Are you able to walk without assistance?

( He doesn't want to degrade the man any further by offering to help him. Javert does not recognize the uniform he wears, but he's been around military men long enough to recognize one. )