Her blood was her saving grace. Since they were human, her abductors wouldn't notice its scent. Not immediately, at least.
The only predicament that stood was its visibility; they seemed to have gone through a lot of trouble to keep her unharmed. Surely, they wouldn't be pleased to discover that their plans were foiled and that her injuries could easily cost them their freedom, thus the need for discretion.
Anywhere on her arms and hands wouldn't do as it would be the most instantly noticeable of places and as thick as her vest was it remained too thin should blood flow out or trickle uncontrollably. Her thighs were a no go which left the lower parts of her legs and feet.
The thick leather boots would contain it long enough for Silas or someone to catch onto it.
"That's enough boys!" the blond man stood first, "Get the horses ready," he addressed another guy among the rest.
