just a tiny boo boo

Lucky for her brothers, Widow kept a nice stock of medicine and bandages for treating the injuries they always seemed to be getting. It was like they were injuring themselves on purpose, though she couldn't imagine a reason. Who wanted that? It was something she'd never understand, but even she could understand the thrill of the fight. It wasn't like she also didn't like tearing others up, but Widow preferred to keep it to the opponent getting torn up, not herself. Regardless, her brothers were accident prone and she would have to get over it.

When she heard Ghoul say her name and ask her for help, she turned from her current task and frowned. Blood stained his face around claw marks right across the bridge of his nose. "You boys are stupid." Her lips pursed as she turned and grabbed a few things from her stores. She'd first need to clean the wound, so she grabbed the antimicrobial scrub she kept for this exact reason. There was far too much blood on his face even for the scrub, so she grabbed a piece of cloth and a bowl of water.

"Sit still." She warned as she dipped the rag into the water. Without her dexterous paws, grabbing the rag would be a lot harder. Widow then wrung the rag out and brought it to his face to begin cleaning the blood. If he would start to wiggle, then her other paw was ready to grab his face somewhere. She wasn't above being a little rough with him if he resisted the help he asked for. Though, she knew better than to expect intelligence out of her brothers.

"Speech!"

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