Paisley had made it back to camp but when she cold to find Destin, she cursed in frustration. Where was that kid when she needed him? She pressed her hand to her bleed lay and throbbing shoulder. The blood that soaked through the prices of cloth surrounding it and spread across her pale blue shirt. She sighed and headed to the healers tent to see what she could do about the wound. She defiantly wasn't a healer but she knew a few tricks. If she remembered right, Destin kept clotting powder somwhere.