Kathlin joined the other two in their ransacking of the shelves of the small laboratory, the little girl rapidly selecting a syringe, a roll of bandages, a bottle of alcoholic disinfectant and a couple of vials. Heading back to the table, she swabbed the needle up and down with the disinfectant as she stretched out the skin on the dwarfs inner arm between her fingers to locate a vein. “Don’t move, Mister. This won’t hurt”

“Whaa? Whaddya – ZzzzzZZzzzzzzzz”

Withdrawing the needle and setting the syringe to one side, Kathlin surveyed the gushing wound on Doins shoulder with an air of dismay. Wiping away the most recent gore the girl trickled some of the antiseptic into the wound, probing cautiously for anything metallic or alien stuck in the cut with her fingers. Raising a needle and thread cautiously to the jagged edges, the girl visibly gave the idea up as a bad job as yet more blood bubbled up, putting it to one side as she placed both hands over the wound as she started to very quietly murmur under her breath. 

As she spoke, a faint golden light blossomed under her fingers, growing slightly brighter for a couple of a moments to peak in intensity before dying away again. Removing her hands, the wound beneath now resembled something that was at least a few days to a week old, as Kathlin reached for a bandage and shot Fran (who had since entered) a deeply apologetic look. “Sorry”

“….”

“[i]Technically[/i], I should have sewn up the wound, or at least aligned the edges properly before I did that” the girl explained after a pause that clearly indicated that some sort of explanation needed to be forthcoming. “Otherwise…”

Indicating the large, jagged half formed scar that had recently been an extremely fresh wound as she wound a bandage around his missing finger “that happens. It’s ugly, but he can still use the arm…and it’s not as though he cares too much about that sort of thing?”

“…uh, no offence”