Huaisang gives this new acquaintance a weak smile, looking up tiredly from over his cup of coffee. They've both been too busy to exchange niceties just yet, but Huaisang recognizes him as the useful helper who keeps the supplies stocked.

"Liquor," he requests, with a little quirk of his mouth to say that it's half a joke--but also not. "As strong as can be gotten. Disinfectant--" The word Huaisang uses is different, older. He doesn't know germ theory, but he knows to clean wounds with alcohol, vinegar, boiled water, or a variety of carefully chosen herbs. His knowledge is ancient and limited, but the core of it is good. "--Anesthetic, comfort. More vinegar, too, for cleaning things. Decent tea, though I don't think it exists in this place."

Patting around his pockets, Huaisang pulls out a little coin purse and spills the contents into his hand, holding it out. "Here. That's all I have." It'll help, at least, since he's been relying upon Daylight's supplies of food and coffee.