"Damn you, Yondu," Soldat mutters, privately promising that they will not leave this idiot out here to die, but they pull a potion out of the Arms band to hand over, either way. They remember feeling that way, intentionally blowing themselves up to save the inn from a horde of rock-spirits. But they also remember the many people who railed at them afterwards for not valuing their own life enough.

This is probably not the best place to talk it out, though, so they drop it. They keep to the cart and its higher vantage point for now, bringing their rifle up to shoot any threats, attempting to use the metal arm to intercept any threats they don't shoot first.