Zone C -- Megacity One

[Dust]

It didn't take long for Tamsin to offer to tend to his wounds for him. She wasn't particularly persistent about it, and he wasn't in any condition to deny her of anything. They moved into the bathrooms of the lobby, the water running at full blast into the sink, his massive form was on a borrowed stool, his strong arm propped on the counter, and his eyes stared at something on his right. He wasn't really focusing on any object in the room, he couldn't even if he tried. She was carefully pulling out pieces of Cirno's ice and dropping it in the sink. It turns out this was just ice, magically formed ice, but melted all the same when put into contact with hot water.

He winced as she lifted an ice shard that had been deeper than the other's out of his bicep. She apologized, and he weakly offered his still flawless grin, but then immediately they went back to their own business. She was helping him with his wounds, but he was busy keeping himself under control. Or trying to. It was harder now that they were in private and the chances of someone walking in on them was much smaller. Staring off into space has proven a lot more helpful than staring at her thought the mirror, however, it was impossible to not think about kissing her. This cursed part of him would leave him black and blue.

In fact, thinking about it, it already has. Never mind the fist mark that still laid bare on his cheek from Yuki - the last person he forcefully kissed in a safe house - he meant the cartoon character and the squid. The rain has washed the ink and the blue blood off his body, so there was only the bruise to remind him how badly he had it.

With his eyes still on the first aid kit they had raided, his thoughts turned to Gildarts and how Dust doubt the metal-armed man only had to deal with ghosts..