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Unver normal circumstances, Sailor Pasiphae would've gratefully (if modestly) acknowledged Polaris's praise, but at the moment she had graver concerns. Her bleeding palm stung slightly when the air touched it, but far more important was her companion. It was a horrible sight, a fellow Senshi who was literally risking limb in their current battle, with her arm in the jaws of the enemy. The shriek resonated in her ears, and the sight tore her gaze from the weapons she had been trying to search through.

She remembered her purpose at Polaris's urging, and a frantic searching of the pile. She emerged with a small but rather thick rod of metal. That just left her to try for a plan of attack... and she was stuck all over again. Pasiphae could go for the eyes or the throat, but either option seemed like it would make the situation worse--the badger-like youma could clamp down on the arm if the strike didn't immediately destroy it. "I... I don't want to hurt you," the less experienced Senshi blurted out, holding the metal rod in her uninjured hand and unsure of how to proceed. "I don't see how I can hit it... and it not hurt you..."

Pasiphae took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Polaris wasn't panicking, and if the more experienced of the two wasn't panicking, then there must be no reason to panic. Right? Right.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she followed her ally's instruction, pointing the metal rod towards the creature. She wasn't quite prepared for the calling of Polaris's second attack--she sometimes forgot that as Senshi progressed they got more than one--and she almost curled her fingers instinctively around the rod to keep it from escaping. When it flew from her hand to dig into the youma, however, she was glad that she hadn't done so. Finally, it looked like they would be able to win!

Every instinct told her to go check on Polaris and be sure that she was alright, but Pasiphae fought those down. Finish off the youma first... then there would be time to assess the more experience Senshi's injury. She positioneed herself between the Eternal Senshi and the youma, calling upon her shield, "Pasiphae Shameful Isolation!"

Once the maroon energy shield settled into place, she shouted to Polaris, "Now... go ahead and finish it off!" She hoped this plan would work--she wasn't able to throw a shield around Polaris herself, but with the shield protecting Pasiphae, any flying metal should avoid hitting either her or the Eternal Senshi.

Polaris wasn't the only one relieved to see the creature finally turn into black dust--Pasiphae could feel the adrenaline beginning to fade away and cold sweat and fatigue were left in its wake. Oh, and a throbbing pain in her palm from where her makeshift knife had sliced open her skin. Without the excitement of battle, the pain was beginning to rise as well.

She hadn't really seen that the Eternal Senshi's power had weakened, still too impressed by an effective, offensive attack, but when she turned and saw Polaris inspecting her wound, a grave sense of guilt overcame her. "If you wait a few seconds, the shield'll go away... and I'll help you with that. I can't move outside of the area that it covers until it's gone. I'm sorry that you got hurt... is it really bad?"

The maroon energy that surrounded her finally fell, and Pasiphae rejoined her former position at Polaris's side. The Eternal Senshi might not have thought her injuries were all that bad, but the marks tore at the Shame Senshi's heart. She should've been able to prevent this, somehow. No one should have to get hurt. Okay, Pasiphae realized that was completely unrealistic; people were going to get hurt in battle. She had always known that, and she had suffered injuries herself. Just nothing... as severe as this.

Pasiphae followed Polaris's example and peeled the decorated glove off of her hand, wincing slightly as the split fabric rubbed against the cut on her palm. "A cut, from using the knife. Somewhat deep but... it'll be okay."

Pasiphae was... well, shocked at being so casually invited over to Polaris's apartment. If anything, she felt like she had bumbled a bit too much in this fight. She hadn't been able to keep the badger-like youma from injuring the Eternal Senshi, and her powers hadn't really contributed anything (in her mind) to the youma's defeat. Yet, the other Senshi was opening herself to her, offering to help tend to her wounds. Polaris probably didn't know how much that meant to the newbie Senshi, who had been dreading trying to sneak around her house hoping her parents wouldn't find out about her newest injury. Or, even more so, how much it meant... to be treated as one of a team.

Perhaps it was the latter of these sentiments that made Pasiphae agree. Chaonis had said to b careful about who knew her true identity. Polaris... seemed, much like Chaonis himself, like someone to entrust that information too. "I'd really appreciate it... if it isn't too much trouble. It'd save me an explanation when I get back home."

The less experienced Senshi followed with only minor apprehension as the Eternal Senshi led the way. It wasn't that she didn't trust Polaris or was worried about the youma suddenly coming back from its dusty grave. It was just that... well, she didn't visit all that many people's homes outside of business reasons, and certainly never to help bandage wounds from a supernatural fight.. She just wasn't sure how best to conduct herself.

When they arrived at the apartment, Pasiphae gingerly stepped through the window, taking a glance around the apartment and found it rather nice. Not that her own home was shabby or anything, but there something about an apartment... it being a little home in itself and independent from a family unite that added an extra allure to it. She stepped away from the window and leaned against the wall as an extra measure to be sure she was concealed before powering down. The glamour of Sailor Pasiphae slipped away and left behind only Penelope Seneca. .

Penelope self-conciously smoothed down the front of the mint green cotton dress she had been wearing prior to her transformation and continued to hug the wall, asking softly, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Penelope. Penelope Seneca," came the somewhat mousy reply. Penelope looked all of her sixteen years, and without the glamour of the henshin she was fairly normal looking teenager. Her hair was shorter, less styled, and her face far plainer. She gave a soft smile as she followed her hostess into the bathroom "It's nice to meet you... again, Aurora."

Penelope thought about how to get home only when Aurora asked. The trip to meet Polaris after recieving the call seemed like a small lifetime ago, and it took her a minute to think about how long it would take her to get home without the added speed that the henshin lent her. Yes... a ride home would probably be needed. "A bus would probably work better; I think my parents would be a bit more concerned if a taxi suddenly showed up with me inside. Um... assuming they're still awake, of course."

She was more interested in being useful than anything, so she nervously approached the medical supplies, "Should we tend to your arm, first? I don't think it'll be that hard to wrap up my hand."

"Oh... I go to Crystal Academy too, though I don't live in the dorms." Why it struck Penelope as strange she couldn't say; she just... rarely thought about how other Senshi might go to the same school as her. She wondered now how many she had passed in the hallways without noticing... especially if they were living in the dorms together.

Penelope opened a cabinet and took out a towel. The first she wet with just water, cleaning the excess blood and any grime away. She then took the peroxide and poured a liberal amount over Aurora's now clean puncture wounds. Her maroon eyes were completely focused on the task, but her mind was already racing on the upcoming steps. Disinfecting the wound was a good first step, though, and saved her from having to bring up too much casual conversation.