[ Sinter winced at the ache that seemed to pervade each of Tamiya's motions. He was reminded of his own injuries, but at least he only had one fight's worth of bruises. Sinter dug around in the first-aid kit for bandages and discretely patched up the laceration. There wasn't much he could do for the rest of the damage. Sopor, ice, and acetaminophen were their best bet. Sinter wasn't sure if he'd be able to get Tamiya to agree to the last one, so heading home to Tamiya's seemed like the thing to do. Sinter clasped the kit shut and pushed it aside. Someone else would have to put it away.
"Well..." Sinter looked down at Tamiya. He really didn't think he had the strength to pull her off of the floor. Not even with both arms in full working order "I don't suppose a few minutes of rest could hurt."
Sinter sat down on the floor, and then lied down parallel to Tamiya. Only then did he realize the full extent of his own injuries. He responded by lying completely still. This was fine.
"Yeah. I think we could stand to stay here a little longer."
They could figure out the logistics of getting home later. ]
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