Dust couldn't say he would hold a grudge for this later, but he could see the flush in her face form all the blood and she was very warm to the touch.  He draped her arm over his shoulders and picked her and his wounded bodies off. Leaning on his sword he dragged them to a pool he had scene earlier, where a small spring bubbled up.  He let her down next to it and oak a rag before he laid it across  her forehead and started to splash water on her.  The sorry state hi body was in.  With so many bruises, sprains, and broken bones he was running on adrenaline and endorphins at the moment and he could already feel that his body was running out of those.  He didn't have anything in his bag of tricks to keep him up and moving this time.   He laid down and his arm splashed into the pool.  He just laid there, as he could do little else at the moment.  he wanted to sleep but now was not the time, though he was sure he would wake up if he did.<br/>"Next time,  bring a bigger gun will you,"  He said and then didn't say anything else, his lungs weren't up to it.  He just breathed in deep breaths and laid flat on the ground.