rxmissum
"Hold still for me, okay?"
Tone is gentle; conversational, very nearly. A stark contrast as she gently wraps the wound of the other; assassination attempts are hardly uncommon, but she never expects them in public, and this girl had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time as a bullet meant for the boss had skimmed her leg instead. Astrid had managed to get them both out of the open area and the line of fire, but guilt still churns in her gut that another has been injured due to her.
