[ gavial isn't trying to hurt him, but there's the inevitable impulse to flinch she grasps his injured arm firmly. he quashes the impulse, though; perhaps unsurprisingly, this is far from the first time he's had to hold still while someone patched him up. in the end, he just breathes out, lets her take her look and make her assessment. understands that a clean cut will be easier to fix up, and at least there's that.
her question catches him off-guard. he looks up and over at her, raising his eyebrows, and — doesn't laugh. but the noise he makes might've been closer to one if he were in a better mood. he'd nearly forgotten, for all the ways she reminded him of alliance medical staff, that this is the same woman whose younger version had wanted little more than a good fight. ]
[The serious edge that had been darkening her expression since she first spotted him here finally begins to slip back into something more relaxed, just slightly. A bit of a delighted glint in her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. If you’re going to get into a brawl (and you should—it’s good for you!), then you should at least make it a good one.
And for taking care of things afterward? That’s what she’s for. Fighting might be one of her favorite things to do, but the only thing that’s ever given it a run for its money is patching people up. Feels good to help.]
Hope you weren’t too attached to this shirt.
[Because that sleeve of his is gonna get further torn so she can get at the wound without it being in the way. As he may have begun to notice, she doesn’t exactly take a delicate hand to this sort of thing.]
[ he really had nearly forgotten who he was dealing with.
of course gavial would approve of him getting into a fight; of course, also, gavial would approve of him holding his own. he hadn't even killed anyone this time around, so her praise, and her obvious delight, doesn't sting. he would shrug in response to the question about his shirt — no, he's not particularly attached — but that would get in the way of her work, so he shakes his head. she clearly doesn't work delicately, though she is careful in her ways. efficient, avoids hurting him by accident. she knows what she's doing.
he's quiet, letting her work, though curiosity finally stirs him enough to say, ]
I never knew a fighter who was so interested in medicine.
[There is a practiced and confident rhythm to her work as she begins taking care of that wound of his in earnest. It’s simple work for a simple clean cut, but she’s done this dozens and dozens of times before. It almost feels odd, doing something like this along a calm and quiet street in the city and not some battlefield. Whatever’s on his mind, whatever had gotten him into that fight—she leaves the topic alone for now while she works.
His comment breaks the quiet, though, and it draws a huff from her that’s not quite a laugh.]
Yeah, I get that a lot.
[Especially early on, but it never really stopped. Didn’t help that she often got scolded for wading right into the middle of a battle to bash some skulls when deployed as a medic… Her reputation back at Rhodes Island was earned from more than just her lack of bedside manner.]
It’s something I started getting into after I’d left home.
[Her tone is simple, conversational; she’s never been shy about mentioning her past, but most of the time it’s never really felt worth getting too into. But, well, Cassian’s had himself a pretty unique peek at what that’d been like, so maybe it makes sense.]
As much as I enjoy throwing down—and I enjoy it a lot— [she takes her eyes off her work for a moment to catch his gaze, grinning a very self-aware grin,] doing something like this? Helping people? Feels even better.
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her question catches him off-guard. he looks up and over at her, raising his eyebrows, and — doesn't laugh. but the noise he makes might've been closer to one if he were in a better mood. he'd nearly forgotten, for all the ways she reminded him of alliance medical staff, that this is the same woman whose younger version had wanted little more than a good fight. ]
That goes without saying.
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[The serious edge that had been darkening her expression since she first spotted him here finally begins to slip back into something more relaxed, just slightly. A bit of a delighted glint in her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. If you’re going to get into a brawl (and you should—it’s good for you!), then you should at least make it a good one.
And for taking care of things afterward? That’s what she’s for. Fighting might be one of her favorite things to do, but the only thing that’s ever given it a run for its money is patching people up. Feels good to help.]
Hope you weren’t too attached to this shirt.
[Because that sleeve of his is gonna get further torn so she can get at the wound without it being in the way. As he may have begun to notice, she doesn’t exactly take a delicate hand to this sort of thing.]
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of course gavial would approve of him getting into a fight; of course, also, gavial would approve of him holding his own. he hadn't even killed anyone this time around, so her praise, and her obvious delight, doesn't sting. he would shrug in response to the question about his shirt — no, he's not particularly attached — but that would get in the way of her work, so he shakes his head. she clearly doesn't work delicately, though she is careful in her ways. efficient, avoids hurting him by accident. she knows what she's doing.
he's quiet, letting her work, though curiosity finally stirs him enough to say, ]
I never knew a fighter who was so interested in medicine.
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His comment breaks the quiet, though, and it draws a huff from her that’s not quite a laugh.]
Yeah, I get that a lot.
[Especially early on, but it never really stopped. Didn’t help that she often got scolded for wading right into the middle of a battle to bash some skulls when deployed as a medic… Her reputation back at Rhodes Island was earned from more than just her lack of bedside manner.]
It’s something I started getting into after I’d left home.
[Her tone is simple, conversational; she’s never been shy about mentioning her past, but most of the time it’s never really felt worth getting too into. But, well, Cassian’s had himself a pretty unique peek at what that’d been like, so maybe it makes sense.]
As much as I enjoy throwing down—and I enjoy it a lot— [she takes her eyes off her work for a moment to catch his gaze, grinning a very self-aware grin,] doing something like this? Helping people? Feels even better.