Sylva opened the first aid kit and pulled out a balm. She crouched beside Mer and opened it, scooping a bit out with her fingers and applying in on Mer's face. "While bites can be effective, they come at the cost of your face." She frowned, closing the balm after she was done. "And yours is, as you said, far too pretty to be this bruised. If this was inevitably going to get physical, why not call on a champion? Someone to step in for you? I know some have far too much pride, but pretty girls our size have the advantage of calling on men or stronger girls to fight those kinds of battles." Did she do this a time or two? Call on her now ex-husband to fight for her? Yes, yes she did. However, more often than not, she pulled him out of the fray far from unscathed.
"Try not to touch it, that balm works best undisturbed." Sylva slipped the kit back into her purse. "I'd offer some powder to cover the off-color, as well, but that would defeat the purse of the medicine."
In that moment, Mer felt like a child. Sylva aiding to her wounds did not help her feelings, as she pouted to the sudden scolding she received for her actions. She couldn't help it! The Monegasque had to defend her honor in football. Though, right now, she would not admit that to Sylvaâotherwise, she would feel more childish than before.
"God, I wished I had a champion," she murmured as flinched to her touch, saying a few curse words under her breath. "There's only two that I could think of, but one would rather run away and the other...I can't figure him out sometimes." The thought of it made her want to lose her mind, but she took in a deep inhale to collect herself. "So, in the end, pretty girls like me have to resort to biting." She teased, trying to lighten her mood.
Once her treatment was over, she laid back on the ground and groaned. "I appreciate the offer," she said, "but I think the bruising makes me look a little tough." Mer thought it was cool look. "And thank you. You should let me buy you a drink as a token of appreciation~."
"Cowards and champions are not the same." Sylva seated herself next to Mer as she zipped her purse. "So, truly, there is only the one option, aside from taking the matter into your own hands." Her hand drifted to her camera case absentmindedly. "While I had my one and only, there were many times I had to fight for him, as well. But, like many men, he took a lot of figuring out. That being said, I wonder if I was more the mystery to him than he was to me."
Sylva leaned forward on her knees, peering down at Mer with a gentle smile. "Of course, I'm glad I could help. I'm no nurse, but accidents happen often in my shop, so one can't be too prepared." She hugged her knees. Thinking about it, now, when was the last time she was actively in the garage? She'd been cooped up in the offices for decades now, her memory of the hands-on work was fading. Do accidents still happen under the hoods?
Sylva shook the muddling thoughts out of her mind and nodded. "I won't say no to a drink, if you're offering."
