Rarity looked at the bandages on her, and felt bad being the one to use up the last of his medical supply. She didn't say anything, and could barely watch as the hardened survivalist sterilized a needle with a device that produced fire. Then washed the wound with the water in his canteen, Rarity had to look away when he stuck the needle into his skin. His hissing and grunts were the only indication of his progress as she listened.