Zanthe looked around and spied a knife in a sheath nearby, slightly singed. That must be his, she thought, touching her abdomen lightly. I suppose I'd best leave now... Sighing, the catfox turned to leave. However, after taking a few steps, she stopped and looked back at Devin, lowering her ears. ...I can't leave him to die, she thought, running back and setting his bag down before rummaging through it, praying that she'd find a first-aid kit.