Cydro was unsure he liked the fact his clothing and the blindfold were removed. He didn't complain as he had told her she could do it to. He was well made from head to toe. He felt her put wet rags and salve covered rags on his burns. He was already beginning to heal the minor wounds beneath the wet rags that contained no salve. The healing a slow and drawn out process. If he had blood he would already be healed. The harsher burns would be on their way to healing as well. He closed his eyes until she tied string around his middle finger. Jerking awake and groaned as the jerking made the flesh of the burns pull and pinch. Merely nodding his head but waited until she was gone and took off the string. Laying it beside him. His pale skin was already healed of cuts and bruises. The burns he would need blood before they would heal. He didn't remember he needed blood. In fact he couldn't recall anything. His mind a blank. He groaned and closed his eyes. He soon fell into a sleep while the woman put things away. He just rested. His stomach growling for blood. Or even temporary hunger numbing human food. It would never fill him truly and would taste bland.