回 from Kerith (that Chiss who, uh... had problems with Cas a few years back :D )
回 = patching a wound
The last time they had met, the situation had been different. The outcome as well. Kerithwyn in cuffs and the Cipher twisting them nearly hard enough to break her wrists in the search for answers. Answers that the Chiss probably didn’t even have… It could have gotten worse if Salane’s squeamishness hadn’t intervened.
Years later and another situation. Red eyes followed Caspira’s every move as she used the blade of her knife to cut away shredded underarmoring, the thick flexiplast leg guard already tossed aside where the shrapnel had rendered it unusable.
“I told you to keep pressure.” Caspira snapped, prompting the chiss to stop her almost reflexive reach for her own blade as the Cipher (Ex-Cipher? These were odd times indeed) planted hers into the ground and exposed blue skin, red blood and a glistening of torn muscle tissue. Kerith looked away. But she gripped her hands about her thigh tighter, thankful that the other woman had at least led off with a very effective anesthetic.
Zakuul was moving off into the distance, the roar of Skytrooper packs fading as they discovered their quarry had gone to ground without a trace. Some things were better left to human perception… lucky for them both, there had been no accompanying Knights.
“Just hold still, breath normally and hand me that pack of hemostatic. This will hurt.”
“Your bedside manner leaves much to be desired.”
“At least you’ll live.”
