Of course Judith didn’t know what that meant but that didn’t mean she wasn’t interested about the mans passed surviving skills at wars - what the hell that meant. For the first time, she didn’t commented or asked any more questions about his past life, she wasn’t one to pry. Everyone had a reason to hide things from people and Judith was well aware of that. When he grew closer, she flinched out of habit and calmed herself down while pushing her shirt up for the blonde male to see.
”Tell me straight up, how bad does it look?”
Ryan’s specialty, besides being a leader, was that he was a very skilled medic. He knelt closer to her as she lifted her shirt partway to reveal a bloody gash. “ Well considerin’ ya’ just cut yer'self on an arrow, it ain’t bad at all. " The soldier half grinned as his eyes examined the scar tissue that had begun forming. Although he had no medical supplies, he did always carry around three important things; peroxide and a needle and thread.
"We don’t want this to catch any infection, so we best stitch this up." He paused, meeting her eyes for her approval.