Once Zandra had the alcohol she had dashed it on the wound she had just sealed up. She had started with his shoulder, now she went to his chest wound, reheating the daggers blade and sticking it to the wound, only long enough to seal it shut and then adding alcohol. Zandra repeated  the same process with the gash on Scott's leg. Each time she had checked for blood flow, but there was none. She had done a great job. She set the dagger to the side to allow it to finally cool off. Using what bandages she had left she wrapped up the cauterized wounds to keep them clean. Than she grabbed Scott's hand she sat down beside him, she didn't care if his men did see her holding his hand. She had every right too.