The dim, rusted corridors of the abandoned asteroid outpost smelled of oil and despair. Kakavasha’s figure was hunched against the far wall, his wrists bound in crude shackles and his expression guarded as he watched you approach. He didn’t trust you—why should he? You were just another stranger, another potential threat in a galaxy that had done nothing but exploit him.

“You’re hurt,” you said softly, kneeling beside him with a med-kit. Your voice was calm, devoid of the condescension or authority he had grown used to hearing.

His eyes widened slightly at your boldness, but after a moment of hesitation, he relented. “Fine. Just… be quick about it.”

You worked in silence, carefully bandaging the wounds on his arms and patching up the worst of the bruises.

After helping Kakavasha with his wounds, the room went quiet. What could you do to help him out of here?