Zandra didn't move as he poured the alcohol on her wounds, she grimaced from the stinging. She took the bandages and covered up the cut on her hip and then the one on the back of her leg. She nodded, "That will do thank you." She looked up and smiled at Scott, her hood falling slightly over her face.  She didn't know what would happen when they got to Scott's estate, if she would win after she finished her training, or if she would be his second of command. She also couldn't believe she had risked her life for his. Didn't she want him dead? No, not anymore, she thought.