She grabbed the dirty gauze and began to dab at the cut on his head. "Demons killed him while he was protecting me. He was<em>always</em>protecting me. Like I was some sort of invalid." She ripped another piece of gauze from the roll and began to bind his head, careful of his hair. "And I just sat there, like an invalid, letting him fight and die. I won't do that any longer. I refuse."<br/><br/>Moving down to the burn marks, she swore. "I don't know how to treat these."