“Elzia, your grandfather told you not to get in fights.” Terra sighed, her body lighting up with a soft blue tinge.
“He SAID not to get in fights VERY OFTEN,” the red panda groaned, a warmth growing on her arm where Terra’s small, white-furred hand met her cut.
“Well, I think you should try to injure people– and yourself– less often.” Terra lifted her hand and inspected the small scar that now took the place of the large cut. “I know I say this a lot, but–”
“–’Let this be a lesson!’ I know, I know!” The youngster grumbled in exasperation, tugging her arm away from the small white wolf. “You sound like a broken record sometimes. Why can’t I be teaching the lesson, instead of learning it!”
With a gentle and delicate grasp, Terra lifted Elzia’s vest so that she could place her hand upon the scratches on her side. “Because, Elzia, fire is not the most productive teaching method.”
The halfling growled and threw up her arms. “I didn’t get these litho-tattoos because they looked pretty! I got them so I could do this–!”
Where her hand normally met her opposite wrist, Elzia found Terra’s other hand, wrapped in the chain of a pendant, firmly, but not forcefully, blocking the completion of the fire rune.
Terra calmly intoned, in her soft, high voice, “Not inside the hospital.”
Elzia grumbled and lowered her arm.
“You’re all fixed up now,” Terra said, removing her hands from Elzia’s body. “Please exercise more caution, and don’t hurt anyone else.”
Elzia almost immediately jumped up and sprinted for the door the moment she was able. “I will make no promises! What kind of mercenary will I be if I don’t hurt people?”
Terra opened her mouth to object, but Elzia was already gone, her tail whipping around the doorframe.
“…Well, you could take jobs that don’t require conflict…”
