Curate, connect, and discover
"Alright vod'ika, one step at a time. First, I need you to tell me whether you have any injuries other than those scratches that I need to worry about. Third, I need you to let me know whether you want me to deal with your scratches here or back at base."
Bite is now close enough to see the haphazard way Mouse's armour has been strapped on and the look in his eye that screams hurt.
"May I sit with you vod'ika?"
Mouse is lounging on a plush couch in a senator's private chambers, trying to ignore what happened before the senator in question left him alone. Her name and face are a blur, same as the touches she left on his skin. There is a platter on the table that he is looking for food to fill with. It's almost as an afterthought that he pings the Guard comm channel. "Hey, can someone come....come be with me? I don't wanna be alone. Sending location and vitals now."