"I need to take care of this first." He said while rolling his shoulder with the gash, Rarity only grimaced trying to bear the smell. Atchmon led her to his den holding the stick flap open for her to enter, then nodded his head, beckoning her inside. Rarity wasted no time, quickly hobbling inside to get away from the deathly aroma. She stopped short of the furry bed that lay on the other side, not too eager to rest on it just yet. Rarity was content with sitting off to the side seeing her friend tend to his wound.