Lovas thought he was... relatively tolerant of bad s**t happening to him. Nothing had ever been
so awful that he couldn't physically recover from it, and this was not likely to be an exception. -But it had still been a very
long while since anyone had helped him in any significant way. Thaddeus had cleaned up cuts and scrapes Lovas had gotten in the few scuffles he'd found himself in since his arrival on Earth.
What he had now was
slightly worse than cuts and scrapes.
Some of the bites were deep punctures, some of the scratches long and jagged. And the cold? It made him practically useless, stumbling as Feronia guided him to sit on some bench a handful of paces away from where the corpse of the wolf
should have been, if it hadn't dissolved into slush and smoke. Nothing to show for the scuffle besides injuries. ...So disappointing.
But none of that showed as he plopped onto the bench with a soft groan, head falling back over the edge and heavy arms coming up to press the heels of his palms into his eyes. A little rumble of what sounded suspiciously like laughter bubbled out of his throat. "This...?" He hummed, cracking a smile at the other Senshi's perturbed expression. "It's barely anything. My world had creatures far more dangerous. And when it didn't..."
Well, when it didn't, there'd been Chaos, which was equally as devastating and destructive.
And he'd faced that alone.
Recovered from whatever injuries he suffered alone.
Comparatively, this was nothing... Lovas would heal, given enough time. Which he supposed he would need in abundance, since he wasn't on his planet to receive the boons it gave him. ...For the best, probably... He couldn't afford to be an additional drain on whatever vitality his world had left. Whatever help this other boy could give him would have to be enough.
Another Senshi. Definitely not human. So not born here, on Earth... His situation shouldn't be...
that different from Lovas'? He didn't know what other circumstances existed among the Senshi that came from space. But this one was so...
small and
meek, and his gaze darted quickly over and away from Lovas like he was seeing blood for the first time and
didn't like it.
Lovas wasn't used to seeing most of the supplies in the kit, and his comprehension of Earth language was still not advanced. But he knew how to bandage and had water and stitching in his own kit. Those were things he could manage himself. Which was more than he thought he could say for the boy with his wrist injury. Taking a deep breath, he nudged trembling, frostbitten knuckles to the side of the first aid box.
"Do you know how to use this stuff? Or read? Can you read Earth language? I don't mean to be presumptuous, buuuuut... Honestly, you don't look very good at this." A snort of a laugh. "But that would be crazy! Ridiculous! Your from some other world, like me. You should have been fighting Chaos for...
years. A little scrape like this?" He peered at the other's wrist. "It's a mild injury for people like us."
