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After insisting to her siblings that she would be fine, she swore, Richtersveld donned the outfit of the squire of Pluto and set out with her restocked first aid kit tucked away in her invisible backpack. Even as a squire, her preference remained not to fight. Her oaths as a civilian kept her to that, but also, she thought that wouldn't be where she was the most useful. She could talk to people. She could heal their injuries. She could allow them to fight another day.

She felt the aura of the knight before she saw them, realizing that they must have been up the nearby alleyway. There was a part of her that hoped they didn't need any help, but it caused her to slip around and change her path and head to intercept them. Best to check up. She certainly wasn't strong enough to help with anything that might have been fighting a knight -- though she wasn't feeling anything else -- though maybe she could help with--

Oh.

Her eyes softened as she realized she already knew this knight, the handsome Tanais of Mars whom she had come across as page. A charming woman, tall, strong--

And she was bleeding. She was breathing hard. She needed help.

"Tanais," called Richtersveld, already producing the first aid kit from her subspace pocket, "what happened? There's not anyone still here, right?" She didn't feel anything, but-- "Show me where it feels the worst?"

Lovely self... God. There was a small flush on her cheeks as she attempted to keep the focus on the blood she was seeing and not the fact that Tanais still persisted in being--

Well. That got easier when she was told directly about how Tanais had gotten herself scraped up in the first place. The concern was back on her face within a few seconds no matter how dismissive Tanais was-- even as her eyes traced toward the flex of her arm with a small, amused smile crossing her face. "A couple of youma and a captain? I know you're a knight, but," but that was still a lot. "I'm out here to help make sure everyone gets the treatment they need. Let me take a look at least?"

Oh, right. She did look different than last time.

Richtersveld glanced down at her outfit with a brief, but proud little smile. "I did! If you know what happened with the Negaverse at the generators," her sigh was exasperated, "it was then. A super senshi started to attack me and I think Richtersveld responded."

Not herself, of course, but her wonder.

"My channeling abilities seem to encourage patience. It's been nice to make agents think more about their actions."

Richtersveld easily headed over to Tanais when motioned for, taking out the first aid kit and immediately starting with some disinfectant creams. Hard to know what any of those youma could have had under their claws or talons or nails or whatever else-- "Oh, I haven't tried my aspect yet," this was said almost absent-mindedly as she worked. "Good to know it leaves you a bit exhausted. What does the Martian one do?"

Oh, she had been there. It was good to see Tanais wasn't one of the ones that had been--

Well, she had seen them, corrupted, mangled. She had managed to escape the worst of it but she suspected it was only because she had gotten herself tangled up with that super senshi and her wonder had helped her stage up. She had still felt it, though, the Chaos, felt the sympathy that washed over her for her enemies that was perhaps stronger than it should have been.

And it was strong already; she had trouble being openly hostile. It wasn't her place.

"Oh, you've purified," this was absent-mindedly said too, almost like a reminder to herself. "I'll guess you were important enough to be known, before. Not that it matters now. I like you better here."

Not that she knew Tanais as Negaverse, but it was the principle of the thing, anyway.

"I could show you?" she tilted her head as she moved to work on a bandaid. "If you give me permission, of course."

A burst of energy... huh. She supposed that tracked with how energetic and determined Tanais seemed to be, especially with how relentless she had been every time Richtersveld had come across her. "Think that sounds like it suits you." Even if that meant that everything she was doing now definitely hurt more than it had.

It was important, though, and Richtersveld kept working, moving on from disinfecting to covering the wounds with wraps and bandaids.

Her work stuttered for a moment when Tanais mentioned something that she wouldn't have suspected. Richtersveld glanced up from the arm she was bandaging up to look at Tanais with surprise she quickly replaced with sympathy when Tanais told her the truth of what she had been. A half a youma? A monster?

Honestly, she couldn't even see it now.

Richtersveld theoretically knew that was possible, but-- "Well, I'm doubly glad you were able to get out of there, then. I actually haven't met anyone who was a half-youma, previously or currently. Or, at least, not knowingly." There was still no judgment behind her words; if anything, she was more fascinated to find out what had allowed Tanais to cleanse herself of whatever had been merged with her. And she wanted to know, perhaps, how she could help facilitate that.

As she worked, she channeled the magic she had been given clearance to use. It had given someone pause in the battle at the generators, at least. Maybe Tanais would appreciate the moment to think.

Richtersveld used the moment of hesitance and pondering from Tanais to keep up her work, letting out a light hum of satisfaction at a fine wrap of a wound. Maybe it wasn't Tanais' method; she preferred to act first, to act hard and fast, whereas Richtersveld preferred peace, reflection, talking, and convincing against violence wherever possible.

She could feel her channeling running out, but she could also tell by the way Tanais tossed her hair, drawing a small, affectionate smile of amusement from Richtersveld as she worked.

A senshi court... fascinating. She had never crossed paths with one of those either. Proof that there was always more to learn. The crooked smile and wink drew a faint flush as she noted, "I'll let him know if I ever cross his path. You still had to choose to leave, right? Even with the assistance of this," she knit her brows, "senshi court."

Seeing Tanais test the bandaging made her smile widen. She was proud of her work--

"Ah," she cleared her throat, "no. I do tend to go out on my own, like you I suppose," Richtersveld's smile was teasing and sheepish all the same. "My siblings sometimes give me grief about it, but I try to focus on finding others on our side. I offer support. I provide first aid. I heal. Being by myself allows me to seek them out freely."

She paused.

Sheepishly, she added, "Though it would be nice to not have to worry about my back, I suppose."

Zotsholo and Nemyi might Worry Aloud less.

"Not to the extent that I am."

Richtersveld hoped, anyway. She couldn't imagine what she would do if it turned out her siblings were also knights--or perhaps even worse, senshi, because with knights at least she knew how they functioned. She knew that they had wonders, and code pieces, and magic that only appeared once their wonder had decided they were worthy of no longer being a page. What did she know of senshi? Not terribly much.

She pondered how to explain their involvement-- though she couldn't quite get the flush off her face at the compliment to the hard road she took and the hope that she'd stay safe. It was strange to have people concerned about her that weren't her siblings or in the polite way her patients were concerned about her, but she wasn't necessarily complaining. She just wasn't entirely sure what to do with it except respond with a flattered, "I know it's a hard road, but I think it's an important one. A lot of my life is hard roads, I think."

That was accompanied by an amused giggle.

"But I hope you stay careful and safe too, or as careful as you can be anyway. I'd like to keep backing you up like this -- and if you see me out here, I wouldn't mind the company."

Surely Nemyi would threaten to strap her down to a chair so she couldn't leave less if she had the backup of a strong knight--

Was she blushing again? Probably.

"... My siblings, so far as I know, are civilians. I just had my starseed taken once and got hospitalized for weeks until it was somehow recovered... and they moved across the country to watch my health and later my safety once I explained it."

"Not quite." Richtersveld's smile was sheepish. So far as she knew, they were still civilians. Had been at the time they moved to Destiny City, and so far as she knew, still were. They kept independent lives, though, even as much as they lived in the same house, and also were protective enough of her to move across the country. She wasn't entirely convinced they would have told her if that status changed.

Which was unfortunate, but she had to trust that they simply weren't. "I tried to keep it from them. Was hard to come up with an excuse for the coma, but it helped that I didn't quite understand at the time what had come out of my chest until I talked to Camelot..."

Couldn't explain something she herself didn't know, could she?

"But we live in the same house and they worry about me, especially when I don't really come back home for hours beyond expected times. Was easier just to reveal myself." Richtersveld giggled. "Though I'm sure they'll be happy to hear I have someone else who may patrol with me on occasion. I'll let them know I have someone looking me up, alright?"

She grinned.

"Do you need anything else?"