"That is a problem." A rather intensive search of pockets followed, the results of which were four 1-gil coins, one 5-gil coin, a detached arrowhead, a small bottle of murky liquid (meant for healing broken bones), and a small carved coeurl he'd mostly finished with. He hadn't gone out with much on him, and what he'd had had been used to buy some oranges for a hungry-looking girl in the market. He thought he'd had more but...
Oh well.
He held the meager contents of his pockets out for inspection, asking, "All I've got, I'm afraid. That's all right, I'll walk with you." He grinned. "Clinics are like anyplace -- they can probably find use for someone willing to help out. I'll walk with you --" seeing as the boy's pride would probably be wounded by being carted off, or so it seemed -- "and work it out. That way, you said?"