[ Yseult remains standing a moment, idly waiting to see if Flint finds anything interesting in the man's pockets, or maybe if any additional injury presents itself to her attention. Finding nothing worth comment, she heads down the hill to the remains of the bandit camp. It hardly merits the name, but they have left behind some supplies, and she is not above (or beyond) picking through them. A few traveling sacks of various shapes and sizes are hauled over to the stump, where she drops to a seat and begins digging through them, one arm wrapped around her middle.

By the time Flint has finished searching the others, she has begun sorting potentially useful items into two of the bags to take away with them, including what's left of the bandit medical kit, which she holds up as the Commander approaches. ]

Some coin, a few more weapons in poor repair, a couple blankets I wouldn't touch in other circumstances. Some food they must've just stolen because it's not moldy yet and barely eaten. That sack [ she points at a large, lumpy one across the way ] is valuables, candlesticks and pewter jugs and such. We can give that back on our way out.