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Kate stared at the man for a while, noticing his ever pale skin. Eventually, she sighed again, closed the first aid kit and grabbed one of Nephilim's hands while getting up on her feet.

"Can you walk? We should get you to a bed for you to lie down, if your ship even has any kind of bed... You look terrible."

Her words sounded odd in the complete silence, which so far had only been broken by the occasional bumping of crates against the Roc out in the Black Dawn's docking bay. Calmy, she waited for an answer, softly stroking the man's hand with her thumb to show some compassion. Her hazelnut brown eyes were focused sharply on Nephilim's.