"So..." Seren muttered under his breath, "Who's going out to get it..?"
It was clear nobody wanted the role. They may have gotten lucky avoiding any Terror thus far, though the group knew that would likely be a different story at night.
The darkness was their hunting grounds, and they would be the prey.
'This is going to be a long night...' Nyx thought to himself, not hesitating to slightly grip the wound on his arm.
Much to his sudden surprise, Silas began to speak in Nyx's favor. "I doubt you should go out- not with those injuries."
"Yeah, I agree," Seren replied, "With your wounds, you'd likely just slow us down if we were attacked."
"Slow us down?" Acher mocked. "Are you volunteering yourself?"
"That- that's not what I meant! But... Damn!" He was visibly upset by what Acher said, slightly curling his fists before continuing, "I'm not volunteering myself, but it makes sense for me to go. Any of you would be likely to just fall over and die by yourselves..."
Silas nodded. "I'll go out, too. The more people we have collecting supplies, the better."
"I second that." Acher murmured.
"Then it's settled. Me, the tall blonde guy and bow mcgee here will head out. Rei, you watch over this guy till his wounds heal."
Acher scoffed. "You could at least make an effort to remember our names."
"I'm sorry Prince Charming, but I didn't become a soldier for a memory test. I did so to fight Terrors. Now, I'd prefer we leave now. The darker it gets, the more slim our chances become."
"Right..."
Not wasting any time, the three of them quickly marched their way towards the door, sneaking their way out the building and fading into the darkness beyond.
Rei, remaining by Nyx's side, blankly stared towards the door as it slowly closed. With the sound of buckling wood to signal its completion, she was quick to turn her gaze back towards Nyx.
"Tell me, are you feeling alright?" She said.
"What?" Nyx responded, a hint of confusion lingering in his tone, "Yeah, I- guess I'm fine."
She reached down for one of the sleeping bags, keeping her vision on Nyx as she started to walk away. "Follow me."
Hesitantly he obliged, still gripping his arm by his chest while walking. She led him to the furthest corner in the back, just behind a small stockpile of boxes. Unfurling the roll, she carefully laid it out on the ground, patting it down slightly before gesturing Nyx over. "Rest here."
"You know, you don't need to do all this for me." He murmured, carefully placing himself on top of the sheet. "I'm fine, really."
Rei shook her head. "Just because you feel fine doesn't mean you are fine. Those injuries are serious. They may not kill you, but without rest, it'll take its toll."
"Right..."
She ran off somewhere in the building, being gone for only a few seconds. Upon her return, she held a small bundle of fine cloth in her arms, along with a small container filled with a mystery liquid.
"What's all that?" Nyx asked, awaiting a response.
Rei, in return, gently placed the cloth to the side, opening the bottle of fluids and — without hesitation — splattered it onto Nyx's arm.
"Ah, what the hell!?" He exclaimed, arm feeling as though it had just been lit aflame. "What the fuck was that for!?"
She placed the bottle to the side, replacing it with the cloth sheets and quickly began to wrap up Nyx's arm. "We needed to disinfect the wound."
"Do you even know what that was!?"
"I assume alcohol."
"You... assume?"
"Yes."
Nyx, despite the seething pain now resounding in his arm, as well as the slight hint of cold only just now washing over his body, couldn't help but be slightly in awe in how blunt she was. Moreover, he was indeed infatuated with her knowledge on this — the cloth she wrapped around his arm being clearly done by a professional.
Tight enough to secure the wound, yet remained comfortable enough to move. Once she was done, she topped it with a rather cute bow so it wouldn't come undone.
Then again, whatever she had poured onto his arm smelt... strong, to say the least. The potent scent wafted through the air, and made Nyx smell more akin to a chemical than a human.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Nyx murmured, "but surely there was a better... less painful way to apply the alcohol?"
"It doesn't matter how painful the application was. It was still applied, wasn't it?"
"What?"
"It doesn't matter how painful the application was. It was still applied, wasn't it?"
"Repeating the same line doesn't help me understand..."
She let out a brief sigh. "Okay. Look at it like this; It may have hurt, and there possibly could have been a less painful method, but it doesn't matter in the end. The 'alcohol' was still applied, and the wound was still disinfected."
Nyx wasn't entirely too certain how she managed to keep a straight face. No, Nyx felt like her entire character was odd. She failed to show any form of emotion other than casual. It was... creepy to say the least.
"I... I guess you still mean well in the end, right?"
For some reason, this was what made her provide a slight smile, though it was quick to fade. "Exactly!"
Nyx shook his head. "You know, Rei, I am kind of curious."
She tilted her head. "What?"
"All this knowledge you have about wounds and stuff... where'd you learn it?"
She slightly lowered her head. "Well, I am shadowbound."
Somehow, the revelation didn't surprise him.
Those who are shadowbound are trained from their youth to become Phantoms — essentially born with the sole purpose of being a killer. He had already known Seren was of a similar sort, so the fact Rei was as well felt only natural.
"You learn medical stuff as well? I thought it was all just combat..."
"Most of it is. During training, however, I shared some classes about it with both Acher and Seren."
Nyx's eyes widened. "Wait- did you say Acher? Are you telling me..."
"...Yeah. He's shadowbound as well."
Now THIS was a surprise...