After the Sarge left, he sighed, before pulling out a medical kit, opening the cage, replacing her clothes to be more fitting and finally dabbed at her bruises, putting some cream over them, blushing a little when one was her breast. Finally her fastened her trousers back up and sighed. For a split-second admiring her, before shaking his head heavily and telling himself that it wasn't worth it, besides he doubt she would live long, she appeared to be fragile and quite weak. Almost was tragic, but he had done enough of this to know wasn't worth worrying over those who were destined for death, at least she would die rather than be taken out the country, but that was hardly any better.<br/><br/>Scanning around, he checked for anyone inside the tent or nearby, but it seemed everyone was either further away, or at lunch, walking back into the cage, he untightened the rope slightly, before leaving the cage, and closing the door over hard, his heart thumping, why the hell had he done it, normally he just checked over their wounds, then left it at that.<br/><br/>With annoyance he walked over to the table, sat himself down, and took a sip of fresh cup, having got one when the Sarge came in, his gun on his lap, with the safety on.