Zandra was weak with relief, she had been so worried. Zandra would let Scott's men handle with gathering the wagons, she wasn't going to be leaving his side. She kept his hand in hers as she tried to speak, "You have to get better first, can't have you limping on our wedding day." Zandra voice was thick and sore, sounding like she was sick almost. Her neck was black and blue from bruising, she had a busted lip, and she had a black eye. She kept her eyes on Scott, watching him intently.