The fact that Ruffnut not only understood the logic behind that, and agreed with it was probably a sign that she'd lost more blood then was healthy. Then again how much blood loss was healthy? She wasn't a medicine woman so how was she supposed to know?

Either way she hesitated and turned her back on Milla for a minute to consult with the orbs hanging off her.

"What do you guys think?"

"I think you're bleeding on me."

"She's got a point Ruff, it's not like we have a forge nearby that we can seal that wound up with."

"I know right? Some guys get all the fun." Ruffnut sighed taking a moment to fantasize about how horribly, mind numbingly painful it probably was to have to burn closed a wound of this size.

"Ruff! Focus here." barked the male orb and Ruffnut shook her head to clear it before turning back around and holding out her hastily wrapped arm.

"Yeah all right. But no funny stuff."

The blood soaked rags were greasy and practically useless at this point given how much they'd absorbed already. They were torn from what appeared to be someone else's space suit. Hopefully that person wouldn't be needing an airtight seal any time soon.

Underneath the rags where her elbow would normally continue into the rest of her arm and her hand the flesh was rough and jagged like it had been ripped away. A bit of bone protruded out from the mess and despite how incredibly cool Ruffnut thought that probably looked, she hadn't actually looked at it because it made her stomach churn and she didn't want to have to admit weakness to herself anymore then she already had to.