The male looked to her, eyes sore from a punch to the face. His hand lifted, touching the flask. Trying to not be greedy as he drank from the flask. What if it was a trick?  This was a trick... Right? He snarled and moved the flask away, "My real name is Syndicate- I cannot heal on my own. Why are you helping me?" He questioned her. His eyes closed as he breathed with a sharp shot of pain, expelling a hiss past his lips, "Lemon is not very good for sores... " He later commented Ashe lifted his hand. Dirt caked his nails and hands as well as blood. His nails had been bitten into points it seemed as well, "I have no paws. Only hands."