It was quite common for Soh to make new friends, but she could count on one hand the number of people she'd have wished to run into on a night like this. Previously, she hadn't known Mateo quite well enough to count him on that list. But now, after all his help and kindness, she found herself deeply grateful to have gone into his shop on a whim that day, and for him to have been the one to find her tonight. And he was right - were their roles reversed, she would have done everything in her power to help him, too.
She cleaned her wounds in silence, wincing every now and then as, despite her gentleness, pain spiked in a bruise or a scrape. Her left eye was the worst: a brilliant black eye was beginning to emerge, and her eyebrow had been split open. Aside from that, she had a cut on her lip from where the man had backhanded her, and various minor abrasions from being thrown to the ground or pinned against a wall, all of which should heal easily. She was lucky. She could have suffered far worse. Indeed, it wasn't her own injuries that bothered her, but the injury she had inflicted. She still wasn't entirely sure what Mateo had done, but she would be eternally grateful that he had saved her from becoming a murderer.
Cleaner and calmer, Soh looked down as Mateo offered her a place to stay. She was quiet for a moment, considering. A part of her desperately wanted the comfort of her own surroundings, but when she realized she would be alone, she had to swallow the fear that sprouted. "I... I think I would prefer not to be alone. If you're sure it's not any trouble."
She cleaned her wounds in silence, wincing every now and then as, despite her gentleness, pain spiked in a bruise or a scrape. Her left eye was the worst: a brilliant black eye was beginning to emerge, and her eyebrow had been split open. Aside from that, she had a cut on her lip from where the man had backhanded her, and various minor abrasions from being thrown to the ground or pinned against a wall, all of which should heal easily. She was lucky. She could have suffered far worse. Indeed, it wasn't her own injuries that bothered her, but the injury she had inflicted. She still wasn't entirely sure what Mateo had done, but she would be eternally grateful that he had saved her from becoming a murderer.
Cleaner and calmer, Soh looked down as Mateo offered her a place to stay. She was quiet for a moment, considering. A part of her desperately wanted the comfort of her own surroundings, but when she realized she would be alone, she had to swallow the fear that sprouted. "I... I think I would prefer not to be alone. If you're sure it's not any trouble."
