As Montaine cleaned the wound, Nira'lia watched him eagerly. Even if this wasn't his line of work, it seemed that his hands were deft in action. The blood slightly seeped from the cloth and unto the water every time he dipped it. Soon enough, the water was light red and dirtied with the woman's blood. She listened intently to his words, taking it all in. As a Konti, Nira'lia knew she would surpass many beings. They would come and go and she would live through more centuries. Death made her uncomfortable. She was a medic and life was a precious concern to her, and she could not stand see a hollow shell of a being. As she listened to him speak, she couldn't help but become more uneasy. He spoke about death as if it was unavoidable – and Nira'lia knew that it was for most. He was right. Just like him, she would also face death someday. Whether it would be from old age or from a bad stroke of luck, she was going to have to face it. Even those of the unaging ethaefal race were at risk of dying, though they had the benefit of living through centuries, maybe even millennia, untouched... if they could handle the dangers of the world. The concept of death made her uneasy, and she knew it was reality, but his statement made her even more uncomfortable. She couldn't tell herself 'these things happen, and that's it'. Every dead body made her insides stagger with sadness. Nira'lia didn't know this man, nor did she know the burdens he was currently facing, but she responded to just his words and to nothing else – not even his expression. Her logic was flawed. She knew nothing could be done, even attempting to cope with it wouldn't work, yet she still challenged him. "You're right, there's nothing we can do... but isn't there more to it? Don't you feel sorrow?" asked the Konti. Her voice was flat as she said it. The words came out of her mouth even before she could think of what she was saying. How absurd! The underlying offense made her cringe. Nira'lia faced him quickly. "Oh, I'm sorry, that was very rude of me!" Nira'lia attempted to push the topic away. Looking at the woman's now cleaned wound, she saw that it needed stitches. She took a sterilized needle with thread and approached the woman, leaning before her. "Oh, my gloves..." she realized. Nira'lia put them on to keep her Konti gift from occurring. "Monty, could you please hand me the—" Turning around swiftly and pointing at the nearby desk, her fingers accidentally and ironically grazed his hand. Instantly, her eyes turned into a daze as images of his most precious memories came before her. |