I KNOW I'M TO BLAME SO I APOLOGIZE // O, AFTERMATH

“[color=black]Hey, hotshot, feel infected yet?” It was supposed to sound friendly but it didn’t really. She trusted that Rin was taking good care of Roy and Roy’s sad little stump - and whenever Radeken deigned to be around, she would give him the best treatment she could, as well - but cauterization on that scale still made her twitchy, like she expected his bandages to start squirting rotten-smelling pus at any moment. “[color=black]Should start putting aloe on it soon. Helps with scarring.” The halo commented idly, sliding into the den to surreptitiously stuff some leaves and dainty petals into her bag, Not that there would be any road out of this for Roy that wasn’t pockmarked with warped, ugly scars - he had chewed his own leg of, for fuck’s sake - but Radeken was trying out this thing where she would say half-comforting medicine-y things and see where it got her.

She eyed Suiteheart like the pale cat was a nuisance just by being here, or perhaps just a threat, but she didn’t say anything. Look at me. I’m behaving so well. She closed her bag and stretched her hind legs (Look Roy, I have two and they work just fine) before clearing her throat. “[color=black]Think you need anything?”