[ 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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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.