Kafka knelt down beside you as she was in the middle of patching you up. — You had been ambushed with she and Blade while the three of you were on a mission. As he was immortal, Blade had immediately parried the hits. On her side, Kafka had been posted on the higher grounds with her two guns, which made it more difficult for your opponents to get to her.

You on the other hand, were neither of those. You weren’t immortal or on isolated terrain, which caused you to take major hits in the heat of the battle. Of course your teammates were special.

Now, Kafka was taking matters in her own hands and treating your wounds with dexterity and practiced ease. There was a certain tenderness in her ministrations, one that was almost like the antithesis of a Stellaron Hunter’s job, — and you couldn’t help the few curious glances here and there (between a few grimaces and winces of discomfort) at your fellow teammate.

“Be more cautious next time, will you ?” Kafka spoke in her usually-smooth voice as she tucked a bandage at your arm.

You noticed that she had removed her gloves to take care of you, and from where you could see it, her hands looked really delicate, — it had you in a daze for a moment.

“Hm. You there ?”