"Absolutely." Ginko digs around in the supplies, scooping up a pillow and blanket. That's a start, but he'll need something to splint it against... shit, he should have done this before he made Joker hold his wing open like that. He's too damn scattered, with all that's happening - but he can't afford to get caught in worrying about that right now. That'll only make things worse for Joker.

He kneels down to pull open a drawer at the bottom of one of the shelves, digging uselessly through the bedding stored there for a moment - then his gaze lands on the drawer's wooden handle. Fuck it. He grabs the handle and twists it with a quiet grunt of effort, cracking it off the drawer, then reaches in and pulls out a thinner sheet.

Ginko walks back over to Joker's side and slides the pillow and blanket to him. "There's the blanket - and get that pillow under your chest, hold onto it." He bites down on a corner of the thin sheet, quietly grateful for the jagged teeth that he kept after the Space Olympics, and pulls hard, tearing off a long strip of fabric.

The handle to hold it straight, the makeshift bandage to hold the handle in place. It'll have to do. He sets them down and repositions himself next to Joker's wing, setting his hands gently over the break, his tail curled around next to Joker's face.

"Just touch my tail once you've got the blanket and pillow in place, okay?"