Redsand Canyon She's betting on science

She’s adding all sorts of things he only knows a little about to his wound. He’s no medic, but he does remember his mother teaching him a thing or two long, long ago. 

His smirk becomes wider at her words, almost malicious like it was only moments after he killed Nemisis. Though it is ripe with lust almost. The words Dove speaks, along with her alluring voice, has him interested. He even leans his head closer to her, glowing yellow orbs dancing in the moonlight. “I’d almost be disappointed if you let me die, beautiful.”