K'nahli watched in silence as K'zhumi got to work with cleaning and tending to her wounds. It was like that for a while, with only K'zhumi's occasional narration of what she was doing, presumably in an attempt to educate and calm the girl, intermittently breaking the silence. The cuts themselves did not come without their own discomfort, especially so when they were applied with disinfectants and the like, but on their own they weren't bothersome enough to make the girl so much as flinch. She was no stranger to injury in her youthful days and since then she had proven herself to be rather resilient to it's effects. Had K'zhumi much of a memory when it came to each of her patients' visits then at least she might have recognised that K'nahli's obvious difficulty with her wounded hip was far beyond that of mere exaggeration.
Before K'nahli had realised it, K'zhumi had already returned to tending the hidden cut across her forehead, noting that there was far less room for evading eye contact now that the healer had naturally moved much closer to her. She blinked a couple of times idly as her eyes silently sought a non-existant refuge anywhere about her.
Perhaps... she should try to make a little conversation, she thought. She didn't want to refute the woman's kindness after all.
Hardly a moment had passed by since that thought when something had caught the girl's attention.
"....?"
Now that the pair had been forced into rather close proximity, K'nahli noticed a familiar scent emanating from the healer. Though it did all but make her flinch with hesitation, the girl sought to make use of it. It wasn't as though she had anything else to really talk about. Small talk was not exactly her strong point, after all.
"Were you checking up on my father just now? I had assumed that he was back to full health... more or less..." she inquired naively with a forced, neutral tone - choosing to ask as she moved to avoid direct eye contact once again.
Before K'nahli had realised it, K'zhumi had already returned to tending the hidden cut across her forehead, noting that there was far less room for evading eye contact now that the healer had naturally moved much closer to her. She blinked a couple of times idly as her eyes silently sought a non-existant refuge anywhere about her.
Perhaps... she should try to make a little conversation, she thought. She didn't want to refute the woman's kindness after all.
Hardly a moment had passed by since that thought when something had caught the girl's attention.
"....?"
Now that the pair had been forced into rather close proximity, K'nahli noticed a familiar scent emanating from the healer. Though it did all but make her flinch with hesitation, the girl sought to make use of it. It wasn't as though she had anything else to really talk about. Small talk was not exactly her strong point, after all.
"Were you checking up on my father just now? I had assumed that he was back to full health... more or less..." she inquired naively with a forced, neutral tone - choosing to ask as she moved to avoid direct eye contact once again.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
