Redsand Canyon Wherever the wind blows

It did not matter? How could it not matter? She did not know for certain how she should respond to such a statement. “It does matter.” She stated again with a frown as more concerns approached her… concerns for his state of mind, if he could even safely leave the den without doing something harsh or stupid. He would not have his leg… that much was certain. He’d find some way to chop it off; they always did when they were determined. It was better that she do it so he had some sort of chance of survival, even if she did not know how it would turn out herself.
 
It could all get so complicated in the moment, and the bleeding was difficult to stop… there were too many cons to consider it unless it was the only option. Still, he spoke and she frowned, letting a sigh out of her maw. “And if I take it, and you die… what good will trying to take it at all have done?” She posed back, wanting one last time for him to confirm how determined he was to have an entire limb removed from his body. “It can cause pain… I’ve seen it, in soldiers… like the limb is still there, something in the brain convinces them that they can still feel the pain from it, pain they had felt before it was taken, before they lost the ability to feel it.” Phantom limbs lurking in the shadows. She did not wish that fate on him either.