Jon gently dries Clay's body, then moves him to his bed, taking the lotion with him.

"I'm not sure what this is, but if it's going to help, I'm sure it's going to sting now." Jon smiles a bit at Clay, trying to lighten the mood at least a little, then applies the lotion, carefull, to any cuts and bruises he can find. Especially on Clay's feet. He winces slightly. Looks like walking is going to hurt for a few days.