finn doesn’t answer her at first, too busy picking up bandages, administering primary painkillers. as far as he knows, it’s exactly how this works. he’s a soldier, he’s a combat trained field medic. this is what he’s supposed to do. and nine-six, well, no matter what, no matter how they got this point, no matter who or what brought her here, he CARES.
rummaging through the first aid kit he brought in with him, he finally looks her in the eyes ( he is not ashamed, he is not GUILTY but one can feel remorse without regret ). ❝Do you need a secondary painkiller? It’s not that bad a wound, I just have to keep it wrapped from infections, but it might help you sleep better.❞