[The murmur earns a faint, slightly amused hint of a smile. He truly is so similar to Ken... He hadn't wanted her to treat his arm, either. Though he had little choice considering the Questions it would have brought up about his mate- wife, he'd insisted to calling her. Her grip tightens slightly, barely noticeable, before letting go. Just a gentle squeeze as he sits down.
At least he is better than half of those she's trained over the decaphoebs. She returns with the medical kit and pulls out some gauze and cleaning solution -- pausing when those two words reach her.]
You may not be so thankful in a moment. [It's going to sting.] But you're welcome.
[She gently brushes his hair out of the way and begins to dab at the wound with the dampened gauze.] Injuries like this are common among new recruits... Antok was especially prone to them because he didn't know when to stop at first, either.
[It's a slight attempt to distract him from the pain. She remembers that glimpse from his memories.] ...Do you feel nauseous at all?
[Whether he does or not will help indicate how bad it is.]
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At least he is better than half of those she's trained over the decaphoebs. She returns with the medical kit and pulls out some gauze and cleaning solution -- pausing when those two words reach her.]
You may not be so thankful in a moment. [It's going to sting.] But you're welcome.
[She gently brushes his hair out of the way and begins to dab at the wound with the dampened gauze.] Injuries like this are common among new recruits... Antok was especially prone to them because he didn't know when to stop at first, either.
[It's a slight attempt to distract him from the pain. She remembers that glimpse from his memories.] ...Do you feel nauseous at all?
[Whether he does or not will help indicate how bad it is.]