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30. a kiss on the knuckles
“Now Shaxx,” Ikora spoke mockingly as she sat across from him, gently dabbing at his bloody knuckles, “by now I would have thought you would know better than to throw a punch bare-handed. You’re lucky the damage isn’t worse than this.”
Nevertheless, despite the grim connotations of their company, Ikora smiled. There was a time in which her old friend would be caring for her in this way, but it would seem the tables had turned over the years. When Shaxx flinched as she cleaned the splits in his skin with an antiseptic wipe, Ikora sighed gently and dabbed at his wounds more carefully before reaching over for a roll of gauze, holding his hand delicately atop her own.
She wrapped his hand with finesse, careful of putting too much pressure on the knuckles with the gauze but still making sure the padding she had placed over the open wounds would stay in place. Once she was satisfied with her work, she tied a careful knot at the base of his hand to hold the bandage in place and gave a small nod before looking up to meet his eyes, her smile still glowing.
Ikora lifted his hand to her lips and gently kissed each knuckle.
“Don’t go doing that again, now. I don’t like having to doctor you up, even if I am repaying centuries-old debts.”
