It's still better than nothing. And it doesn't feel like the usual familiar mending of torn flesh... it's warmer, somehow. Not bad, though. And not like the kind of things a doctor would do, so it's not as hard as it could be to stay still. The teeth marks close the rest of the way, crusted over with fresh scabs, while they look on and frown.

"I don't know. It doesn't make tactical sense if their goal is to capture or destroy us. So logically. That may not be their goal." What their goal could be, though, the Soldier doesn't know.