"Ow ow! Be light on the bandages, it still hurts." Sypha hisses in pain and almost pushes your hand away from rolling the fabric over her now clean wounds. After a moment, her eyes soften and dim away from yours. "Please," She doesn't lose her manners even when she's hurt like this.

It was one moment of hesitation that turned into a nightmare. The sound of the night creature's powerful claws tearing into Sypha are still a constant. It's made worse with how much blood stained bandages rest on the speaker's torso and limbs.

A scrape even marks her cheek, and there's a strain of effort for her to not groan with each movement.

When the bandages are applied properly, Sypha leans back on the headboard of the tavern bed you had rushed her into. There's a few beats of silence between you two before Sypha speaks. "Thanks. I would've... without you." Her voice sounds so tiny for a usually upbeat woman.

"Thanks." Sypha repeats it again. There's more on her mind, but she keeps mum and just averts her gaze.