burning versus drowning

Waiting for the numbing effects of the poultice to settle in, the healer turns her attention to Deluge and she lowers her head to help the other woman along, smiling on the side of her face that wasn't ripped up, "Don' tell me they were lyin' when they said chicks dig scars, after I went ter all this effort?" It was an attempt to lighten the mood, delivered half-heartedly. A scar from his dad, and now another from his sister, it seemed those Fatalis lot had an unhealthy obsession with each other... which was why it surprised her Dread had been on the receiving end too.

With her own wound tended and the poultice doing its job she flopped across Dread's ribs, a heavy foreleg draped across his neck to hold him steady. Having met Halo on her recent visit to the Raider's, Deluge trusts Dread won't lash out at Morwenna, but the healer had asked and she wanted to be close to him, to feel his heartbeat fluttering against her own. To feel the rise and fall of his chest to know he wasn't gone. And over what? Fucking ducks.

Settling the score was something she could get behind. "Th' time fer scarin' away is over. 'E's right. The debt's too high now ter let it keep slidin'."