Sohalia
Removing splinters was almost as difficult to watch as it was to do, and Soh sat with her hands in her lap, itching to take the tweezers from El so that she could help. Despite her age, there was something almost maternal in Soh, and the drive to take care of her new friend was strong. She'd never really been faced with such a situation before - she supposed that, in all her travels, she had been lucky never to be seriously injured or to have a friend who was - so she wasn't sure how to act. Regardless, it felt strange to simply sit and watch.
When El put the tweezers down and closed their eyes, Soh hesitated, not wanting to interrupt if they were simply taking a break. But then her instincts took over and she gently asked, "Do you want some help?" There were far fewer splinters now, but Soh could at least pick those out before trying to clean and bandage the wound.
When El put the tweezers down and closed their eyes, Soh hesitated, not wanting to interrupt if they were simply taking a break. But then her instincts took over and she gently asked, "Do you want some help?" There were far fewer splinters now, but Soh could at least pick those out before trying to clean and bandage the wound.
