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Shikora had felt the flare of energy from her side of the city, and had done her best to bolt over, hopping into her car, parking it in a place that seemed close enough to the source, and henshining before making her way toward trees, hopefully toward where whatever was putting out that kind of energy was keeping itself hidden from view.

Only for the energy to die out.

Well.

Richtersveld had found herself unfortunately too late again, but she knew from what she felt that perhaps she should stay in the vicinity. No doubt the sirens she heard at a distance were signs that whatever it had been, it had been dangerous. There were probably people nearby that would need help more than being chased off. She ventured in a bit deeper, holding tight to the handle of the first aid kit she kept on her at all times.

She saw someone collapse again a tree.

"Ma'am!" Richtersveld turned on her heel and headed toward her. "Ma'am," she knelt down, "are you alright?"

The answer was clearly no, but she needed some specifics.

"Can you tell me where it hurts?"

Richtersveld appreciated the lack of obfuscation. When patients were unclear about what was wrong, it was harder for her to help. She licked her bottom lip as she looked where the blood was pooling, nodded in understanding as pulled open the first aid kit.

Quickly, she pulled out a few things: scissors to get the part of her tunic open, butterfly bandages, and some medical tape.

"I'm sorry if this is invasive at all, but I'm going to need to get at the wound to help," she immediately lifted the scissors and started to cut gently at the tunic, careful to not cut her in the process. "At the very least these outfits regenerate, right?" It was a poor attempt to cheer her up, but it was an attempt nevertheless, and Richtersveld's gentle smile was an excellent show of her practiced bedside manner.

She saw the way the knight hissed and resolved to distract her from the pain as much as she possibly could by asking about other things.

"To be honest," she continued her cutting, "I felt the energy burst too, but I didn't make it here on time. So it was a monster? Do you know anything about it?"

"Always makes it easier when someone's willing to let me cut through their clothing." Richtersveld chuckled quietly. There were people she had come across that complained their outfit was expensive; her usual response was a calm reminder that while their outfit was expensive, it was replaceable. Life was not.

It, of course, helped that these things just regenerated.

Keeping Houshi distracted seemed to be working. Besides the biting of her cheek she seemed to be doing, there weren't any more hisses of pain. As Richtersveld removed the piece of tunic and evaluated the best placement of the butterfly bandages, she kept talking to her. "A kaiju of light--" Thankfully, Richtersveld was familiar enough with the concept of kaiju, even without the reference to Godzilla.

Her brother had enjoyed those movies a lot when they were younger.

"So a kaiju made out of light wisps," she blinked her surprise as she opened one of the butterfly bandages. "I guess that explains why the energy signature didn't feel particularly chaotic."

Richtersveld paused, letting out a, hmm-- "I saw the sign in town, asking for the return of those, now when I think about it. I guess they assembled into a giant monster and then unassembled?"

Maybe it was for the best that she hadn't found any.

"Oh, a dancer!" Richtersveld was, in general, a safe person to talk to. While she knew it was unlikely anyone of Chaos would ever divulge any personal details to her, Richtersveld took her creed to not reveal anything anyone told her -- with very rare exception -- just as seriously in this form as she did when she was facing a client at her practice. "You're definitely familiar with this, then."

The butterfly bandages were slowly placed along the gash, the first one coming with the warning of, "This might pinch a bit," as she made sure to push the skin back together as she pressed the bandage to the wound.

"Ah, I hope not," she knit her brows. "We got bigger problems on our hands if there's people other than those of Chaos wishing harm on us."

That was worrisome, actually.

Though perhaps if there was a greater enemy, Chaos might leave them alone for a while.

"I know it probably still stings, but the bleeding should ease off now." Richtersveld's experience made her efficient. She moved next to the gauze.

"It does." Richtersveld knit her brows. "I'm interested to know what those other forces plan for us, or if they're just some sort of neutral third party." She doubted it. Nothing in this war that she had been awoken to had seemed terribly neutral. It was what brought her to the city in the first place.

She knew her help was needed, here.

As she worked on wrapping the wound with the gauze she had available, taping the edges with a medical tape that was painless and easy to remove, Richtersveld offered a smile at the name offered. "A pleasure to meet you, Houshi. Wish it were under better circumstances, of course." She would offer her hand, but since she was occupied, she bowed her head as a sign of acknowledgment instead. "Richtersveld. Page of Pluto."

Thoughtfully, she added, "Haven't met anyone of Jupiter before."

Honestly, Richtersveld had to agree.

She tried to keep an open mind in all of this -- that maybe some of these people hadn't realized what they had signed up for or hadn't been offered a choice, that not everyone of Chaos was truly a bad person -- but she had to agree. One party was defending the public and the other was actively preying on them. "Hard not to agree," she frowned, letting out a quiet sigh, "but I do my best to keep an open mind. Important in my profession."

She smoothed out the tape carefully, making sure it was secured fully for Houshi's travel to the hospital. "I'm glad I was here too. I'd rather just miss every battle if that always meant I was able to help in the aftermath." It was more important to her that people live than she maybe got to chuck a succulent terrarium at a few monsters.

Her weapon wasn't terribly much use anyway. Why use it when there were better uses for her talents?

"Does that feel secure? If it does, that should be plenty enough to get you to the hospital so you can have that restitched." She offered a genial smile. "And Houshi, if you ever see me again, don't be afraid to reach out. I'm," she chuckled, "a psychologist by day. Helping people out is kinda my thing."

"It is," Richtersveld, herself, had to be careful of that from time to time. Being a psychologist did not necessarily excuse her from biases, and she had to do her best to check them every day even when the urge to indulge them was strong. And with those who followed Chaos...

It could, sometimes, be a very strong urge.

Richtersveld got to her feet once Houshi did, shaking her head as she offered a, "It's no trouble at all. Definitely get yourself back to your hospital bed. I'll see if there's anyone else here that needs some assistance from me."

For a moment, Richtersveld reached out, put a hand on her shoulder, and squeezed lightly.

"And when you're ready, another time, I'll be here for you."

A promise.