Zandra looked down at Scott, waiting for the fire to get going good, just barely seeing the hint of a small on his face. He was aware, she knew he was. Gently leaning down she whispered lightly so only he could hear, "You stick with me Scott... You understand? I love you. If you die, ill never forgive myself." Zandra meant it, she had given him the chance to walk away from what had developed between them telling him that she was bad luck, that everyone died around her. She raised back up looked around at the men, Scotts men. She took a deep breath and looked at the fire, it was time... She reached over and put one of her daggers blades in the fire, standing up she walked over to Scotts horse and with the other dagger cut off some of the rein. The rein would be for when she touched the blade to hid skin, if he bit down without something between his teeth, he would crack his teeth.<br/><br/>When she reached Scotts side again she slipped the leather rein between his teeth and then looked at his men, "Hold him down, he is going to want to get away, but you hold him. Don't freak out if he goes limp, he will most likely pass out." Her voice was rough, both from the chocking and from the emotions she was going through, but she kept a calm face. Reaching over she grabbed the hilt of the dagger, its blade now fire red. She honestly didn't want to do this, not to Scott, but if she didn't he would bleed out and die. She pulled away the bandage, the blood now flowing again, giving Scotts men a moment to get a good hold on him. She then set the fire red blade to his skin.