I think I thought I saw you try

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Melita enjoyed the sound of the cucumber’s bizarre screams, the distant decibels of it landing far, far elsewhere – served it right for bothering them in the first place. She didn’t expect Jigano’s whimper at her wounds though, and she crouched down further to inspect it, more than just dabbing and toying with the minor laceration, shaking her head, tousling crimson curls as the ichor stopped its abhorrent flow. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing major.” The youth grabbed ahold of her bag, snatching at her canteen first, dripping a little bit of water out to rinse the blood off her hands, then went for the bandages. She was glad she’d taken them – most of the time she simply ventured out on her own with absolutely zero thought put into possibilities of injuries. It wasn’t that she believed herself impervious, it was the impetuous notions and nature, planning, forethought, and calculations not in her normal range of sentiments. The girl neatly unrolled a set, wrapping it around her leg, tying it off, and then put the dressing back into her satchel. “There, good as new!” Her eyes gleaned back down to the fox as she rose back to her full height, shouldering the bag back onto her back. “Ready when you are!” Her tones were bright and effervescent, same as always, not about to be waylaid by a minor cut and scrape. What else were they going to meet up with before the wolf though? Would the scent of her blood draw it towards them? Her hands went to the arrow strap, the quiver along her spine; they’d be fine. They’d be safe. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe