Dem groans quietly as she puts him over her shoulder. He swallows painfully. "Just let me die." He whispers, his eyes still shut. He could feel his arm hanging loosely, blood still dripping from the wound. He wonders how much he lost. He figured it would have to be a lot for how cold he felt. It wasn't even late fall, they still had warm days, and he felt like he had just spent hours in the snow. He shivers slightly, moaning quietly. "Please..."