Shenyo tilted his head to the side quizzically. "What burns?" Holding out his arms for her to see, and examining them a bit himself, it was clear he wasn't simply trying to be tough. Nor was it an illusion. When Lydia had initially begun leading them into the forest she had clearly seen marks on his body.<br/><br/>Looking down to his clothes he finally understood what she meant. The cloak that donned his shoulders was torn from the fighting and charred black in strips in their violent departure. The rest of his clothes were mostly singed black in places. "You need the help more than I do." Shenyo added, gesturing to her hand. It seemed that she had been largely untouched when he shielded her, but her hand was no better off for it.<br/><br/>"Stay still." Gingerly he pushed her sleeve up as far as he could to expose the entire burn. There was no doubt it would get infected without medical treatment, or perhaps a magically intervention. Holding out his right palm, he took his left index finger and extended his claw just an inch. Cutting into his palm he let the blood pool before letting it drip onto her hand and forearm, beginning to rub it into her skin like it were a lotion. It looked horrible, and stung badly at first. Yet within minutes the pain was already gone, and not long after it was as if she were never hurt at all. Nor was his palm injured either, the cut he made not lasting for more than a few moments, just long enough to get the amount of blood she needed.<br/><br/>"Sorry if it's a little gruesome, but you can't deny the results." He added, gently touching her arm and hand as he inspected it to make sure everything was as it should be. A curious thought would occur to her. What would happen if a vampire were to interact with this potent blood?