Zandra smiled slightly, and limped up the steps after him. She paused for a moment and put her hand on her hip, only to feel a searing pain. Looking down she lifted up her chainmail slightly only to find a bleeding wound. She must not have noticed it from the adrenaline. But where had it come from? Then she remembered when she had set the first group of people on fire, someone had shot an arrow at her. The wound was bleeding and she couldn't tell how deep. If she wasn't careful both this wound and the cut on her leg wound get infected.<br/>"Scott, I require some bandages." She didn't have any, and she didn't want to look weak, but she need them. She limped forward till she was outside.