I can refill the ones you have, perhaps; I'll have to see.
[ It was quite obvious, yes, but the conversation kept him distracted even through the task of counting off as she offers the occasional murmured encouragement— voice soft, calm, "you're doing wonderful", "almost finished in here", and he's always been a trooper, hasn't he? Now that she knows, she'll have to prepare a stock to keep aside; the next time, if even there is a next time, she'll be ready for him. He won't have to stay conscious and aware of her every move fishing around his organs, prying open muscle to shine a light inside of him. The human body wasn't meant to be opened, much less while someone was aware of it. Could even tip his head down and likely snatch a glance, but he's learned his lesson against such actions long ago.
God. It really is him, isn't it? She's still reeling. Likely will be for days, no matter how this shakes out after.
Disguising it doesn't do him any favors and she only shoots him an exasperated glance once, as if to silently ask "why bother?"— she knows it hurts. She remembers their first encounters, on the field when they hadn't been as prepared. At least he hadn't held the interest in watching as Ahab had, admiring how slender fingers manipulated her tools and the needle through his flesh to draw the puncture in his leg back together. One the meshes are in place and the last of the nanites seem to take to them as the edges slowly seem to fuse down, she'll do one last cursory sweep for any bleeding and retract the tools to draw muscle back together, replacing one glove with a clean one before preparing her suture equipment. Thankfully enough, this is the part that goes quickest. She's had plenty of practice, after all. Intramuscular first. ]
You've always been reckless when it came to others. [ She can do the talking to distract him, but give her a few moments as she pieces through what she should and shouldn't speak of. ] I can imagine you were running security detail. Many preferred that to braving Eosoros on their own, but it is a cruel planet nonetheless.
I believe, however, the colony was my least favorite. [ The slavery had been one thing, but the experiments on top of it... Yet that reminds her of their jaunt down through the sewers, when he'd asked her along to help others who'd been injured. Slaves, escaping. He'd gone rather out of his way for that. ] Even when you try to avoid others, you always end up helping, don't you?
[ And she can't help but smile at that, offhand and easy, lopsided. One length of dissolvable sutures down, and she goes to thread the needle with another to finish the other half of muscle, mattressing them deep to anchor any possible pull. The surface sutures will be tidier, healing up with barely a scratch left. ]
You're going to have to be down a few days for this, at the very least. Do you have somewhere to stay? [ The implication is closer to "lay low" than physically rest, at least. ] Because I have a quiet place in the farmlands, already. I've only had time to bring in some basic furnishings, but there's a second room.
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[ It was quite obvious, yes, but the conversation kept him distracted even through the task of counting off as she offers the occasional murmured encouragement— voice soft, calm, "you're doing wonderful", "almost finished in here", and he's always been a trooper, hasn't he? Now that she knows, she'll have to prepare a stock to keep aside; the next time, if even there is a next time, she'll be ready for him. He won't have to stay conscious and aware of her every move fishing around his organs, prying open muscle to shine a light inside of him. The human body wasn't meant to be opened, much less while someone was aware of it. Could even tip his head down and likely snatch a glance, but he's learned his lesson against such actions long ago.
God. It really is him, isn't it? She's still reeling. Likely will be for days, no matter how this shakes out after.
Disguising it doesn't do him any favors and she only shoots him an exasperated glance once, as if to silently ask "why bother?"— she knows it hurts. She remembers their first encounters, on the field when they hadn't been as prepared. At least he hadn't held the interest in watching as Ahab had, admiring how slender fingers manipulated her tools and the needle through his flesh to draw the puncture in his leg back together. One the meshes are in place and the last of the nanites seem to take to them as the edges slowly seem to fuse down, she'll do one last cursory sweep for any bleeding and retract the tools to draw muscle back together, replacing one glove with a clean one before preparing her suture equipment. Thankfully enough, this is the part that goes quickest. She's had plenty of practice, after all. Intramuscular first. ]
You've always been reckless when it came to others. [ She can do the talking to distract him, but give her a few moments as she pieces through what she should and shouldn't speak of. ] I can imagine you were running security detail. Many preferred that to braving Eosoros on their own, but it is a cruel planet nonetheless.
I believe, however, the colony was my least favorite. [ The slavery had been one thing, but the experiments on top of it... Yet that reminds her of their jaunt down through the sewers, when he'd asked her along to help others who'd been injured. Slaves, escaping. He'd gone rather out of his way for that. ] Even when you try to avoid others, you always end up helping, don't you?
[ And she can't help but smile at that, offhand and easy, lopsided. One length of dissolvable sutures down, and she goes to thread the needle with another to finish the other half of muscle, mattressing them deep to anchor any possible pull. The surface sutures will be tidier, healing up with barely a scratch left. ]
You're going to have to be down a few days for this, at the very least. Do you have somewhere to stay? [ The implication is closer to "lay low" than physically rest, at least. ] Because I have a quiet place in the farmlands, already. I've only had time to bring in some basic furnishings, but there's a second room.