"As far as I'm aware, you'll actually die if you suffocate, and its easy to track your airway is open if you can," Red Son said, looking over the injury. Probably the thorns. Its getting inflamed.

"You could be dying and you've never made me blush," Red Son said flatly. Purifying liquid. Blood WAS a liquid. Combined with healing, it might work. "I should have practiced more with the healing, I've been lax on its progress," he muttered.

"I'm going to try and flush out the poison, but some of your blood might get turned into water. Will you be able to tell me if you're getting lightheaded?"