"You could file one when you get out. Might make life better for others..." Tristan suggested, while he observed the way the young man's ribs moved. In all fairness, the inmate seemed so pessimistic, he doubted that would be received well. He'd have to figure out whether he himself could instigate an investigation.

He began to bandage young Mr. Longbottom's chest, quiet, so the man could talk if he wanted to. It seemed the best help he could offer, apart from tending to the wounds, was to listen.