Scar heeded the other man's directions, focusing on the beast's wing joints as he moved to leap back into action. But Lust had beaten him to it, and once again the Ishbalan could do nothing but simply stand off to the side as she seemingly effortlessly crippled the decayed monstrosity. He really was just dead weight here.

Before he had a chance to turn tail and make way for the Institute, Lust had moved right in front of him. He hid his bewilderment that she actually seemed genuinely concerned as she pressed her scarf against his bleeding wrist as a makeshift bandage.

"I can do it." His tone was tight and uncomfortable as he took the scarf from her with his good hand, pressing it against the gash that was bleeding quite badly. He prayed she hadn't noticed the rash on his hand. He had done what he could to hide the fact that he was being affected by whatever sinister illness these people had inflicted him with, but a rash was a rash. He could not hide that. He looked back up to his other current companion, avoiding Lust's gaze.

"Then let's get going back." Preferably before they were dive bombed again.