Zandra had pressed the fire hot dagger blade to Scotts wound, he had a moment of strength but then went limp. She had expected it. She pulled the dagger away and gently whipped away the blood, she had closed it up nicely, but there would be a scar no doubt. "Do any of you have some alcohol?" Zandra would need it while he was passed out, to help with infection, but it would hurt again. Maybe even worse.