“ You already know I can be injured, but I for sure cannot be killed, sweetcheeks.” A light chuckle escaped Celpilator’s throat as she poked your cheek, before you slammed her gloved hand against the counter she sat on while you focused on patching her up.

“ Know what, I think I should consider you my personal doctor…” She hummed for a bit as she averted her gaze for a few moments before it went back to you.

“ How do you like the sound of that, hm?” A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked down at you, a shadow across her eyes that made her look menacing.

Celpilator watched as your hands as you gently cleaned a fresh and large wound across her arm, wincing a few times despite the fact that she couldn’t really feel much pain.