The transition from fallen to standing hurt less than the other way around, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt at all. But, Ky would admit that leaning on the girl, having something other than her beaten body to support her weight… It was a help. A large help.
At least she had lots of time. Ky didn’t know how much she had. The goal was set clearly. Get to the clinic. Get fixed. Get home before morning, just in case her father would decide today would be the day he shows up. What time was it? She didn’t know. Late? “Thanks.” she muttered.
“Like. Fight for money?” That’s not why she fights. It’s never why she fights. But she’s not about to reveal her life story to some stranger, while probably concussed. “Gambling, and shit like that.” Ky winced at the step, her whole body was screaming at her, stop doing this, Ky! It’s gonna kill you one day Ky! As always, she pushed that voice away.
“Ky.” Not Kyrene, not the daughter of Zavier Tasker. No one could know about her hobby. No one, ever.
Natasha is trying to be as gentle as possible but with how bad Ky’s injuries are, it is almost impossible to spare her the pain. Still, she tries. She tries her best. It wouldn’t do good to just leave her out in the street, not in this shape.
“Oh.” She’s not unfamiliar with the concept. Really, it’s a common element among different worlds; gambling. The fight must have been brutal. “I’ve never had to fight for that reason.” She has fought for many different reasons, including cats and her friends, but never for money. “I’m sorry that you have to.”
And, it looks, Ky hasn’t been very successful. Natasha chooses not to comment; there’s no point upsetting her further.
She notices the wince but, sadly, stopping won’t do them good now. She urges her to take another, gentle.
“But it’s still nice to meet you, Ky. I hope things get better for you.” In her shoes, Natasha would run but – she knows it’s not an option EVERYONE has.