I sat there for a while, and then looked at the wounds still bleeding. I opened my mouth, and sprayed dry sand over them, acting like a super-effective clot. There was lots that was still to be done though, especially if I wanted to pull off my plan. Of course, I couldn't do any more to heal her here. I gently picked her up, a scyther providing little challenge for my strength.I soared out, finding the spot I had made into my home. I flew down the top of a gigantic tree, long dead, and into the tunnel below. I had started the place out as a one room hole to hide in, but over time, had dug it out to become a huge network of rooms. I shivered slightly as I entered. The damp had set in, I'd have to light several fires constantly to dry out the solidified sand. That was the problem when you left the desert, it seemed to be everywhere. Still, there weere more important matters to attend to. I set the Scyther down on a soft, miniature dune of sand I used for sleeping, and went over to a shelf made of the same solidified sand that the walls were, which was filled with jars. I spent the next few hours carefully tending the various wounds. She seemed like she would make a recovery, if she didn't get herself killed first. and I did not want that to happen...