Aaron awoke the next morning in a much better mood then he usual. He had fallen into sleep the night before enjoying the faint sound of Kriss crying his name, and he was eager to see how she had pulled up. He strolled into the main basement to find her right where he had left her; dangling limply between the two stacks. She was clearly in bad shape, though not worse then one might expect. She was alive, at least.<br/><br/>Ignoring her for the time being, Aaron began rekindling the fire. Only when it was crackling again, and his breakfast was beginning to cook nicely did he go over to attend to his guest. Without any gentleness, he used an old rag to clean to wipe the dried blood off of her battered body. While in the process, he naturally became intrigued by the arrow shafts sprouting from her breasts, and began rolling and squeezing at her skin, tracing the path of the projectiles into her flesh. This, of course, brought free blood welling out of her wounds. Aaron sighed, before walking back of to his fire and picking up a poker that rested next to it. He then spent some time heating the tip of the instrument in the flames, waiting until it was good and hot.<br/><br/>The smell was quite unpleasant, as he began cauterising her wounds, but Aaron pressed on, holding the hot poker against her skin until it melted onto the carbon fibre arrows embedded in her. The breasts were easy enough to do, but the forest of shafts emerging from her groin were harder to work around. None the less, Aaron managed a good enough job to stop most of the bleeding.