Raindrop District Apartment

Oof! You don't know how great it is to have inhuman strength until you've carried a zweihander, a suit of armor, a human being, and two disembodied human thighs halfway across the city all at once. Saint Lazarus is exhausted. She dumps the sword on the floor, the thighs in her freezer, and the fellow human being on her couch. She's very nearly tempted to toss herself on the couch as well, before a glance at the girl's wounds reminds her why that would be an absolutely awful idea. Nope, gonna limp over to the first aid kit, limp back to the couch, and start working on fixing up the nameless beggar girl's cuts and bruises. The emergency Cure Light Wounds potion probably does more than all the gauze and alcohol and antiseptic combined, but Saint Lazarus goes through the whole process anyway, just to be thorough. It's not like she'll ever need any of that stuff herself anymore. Might as well put it to good use helping someone else.