||| Tamilia Jennica Hadigan |||
Tamilia was quietly sipping her tea when the clatter caught her attention, and she yelped, hearing Soul swear and seeing blood patter to the floor. When he spoke, she shook her head, placing the cup on a sidetable and swinging to her feet. "You may have kissed me, but that doesn't mean you can tell me what to do." Giving him a small smirk, she trotted to a corner of the tent, which was filled with huge rolls of vibrant fabrics, many odd tools and needles, mannequins and unfinished pieces of clothing. After a minute of poking, prodding and searching, she pulled a thin strip of simple white fabric from a scrap heap and grinned. The fabric was thick, but soft and flexible, almost like a blanket. Tamilia then ran to the kitchen, searching through the many bowls on the table. After a moment, she made a small 'aha!' noise, and used a small spoon to plop some green slime onto the fabric and smear it around. She then went to Soul, carefully taking his hand in hers and examining his finger. Removing the already bloodied strip of shirt, Tamilia wrapped the goopy 'bandage' around it, tying it off securely. Tossing the bloody shirtpiece away, she looked back to Soul, a smirk on her face. "Maybe I should get a medical kit for you. I don't need you running around shirtless when you tear that thing into oblivion." Blushing slightly at the thought - she had a terrible habit of letting her mind wander - she picked up the sword pieces, tying them together with a few strands of twine and setting them aside. Toppy looked curiously at Soul's freshly bandaged finger, hissing as some of the green goop fell on his nose. Tamilia chuckled, moving to Soul once more and holding his hand; she was examining his finger, true, but she couldn't help but feel awkward. "It's, uhm, aloe. It's going to help...at least I think so. I'm not doctor; just a loonatic."
