annoyance covers her features, ย ย ย ย ย sakura is no stranger to those that deny her help, those that think they are far above the care of a pretty pink medic. but the trained pyro agent's own patience is running thin. "if you just sit still," sakura pleads, propping across from him with an unpleasant look, shifting through her bag for some sort of supplies. ย ย ย ย ย her duty is to do no harm.ย ย ย ย ย ย sakura remembers the promise; ย ย ย ย ย even if she grows wary of this wanderer, ย ย ย ย ย a haunting uncertainty in his eyes. one she avoids. the pinkette digs out the antiseptic, hesitantly looking forward at him. ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ, ๐๐๐พ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฟ ๐๐พ'๐ฝ ๐ป๐๐๐พ ๐๐พ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐
๐๐๐พ. swallowing the irrational fear, she takes one step towards him, meeting his eyes. (amethyst meets jade for a split second. she wonders if he feels contempt or gratitude. sakura wonders if he'll thank her or harm her.) she steps back, not before dropping the supplies before him. "your wound." a vague gesture. "i won't leave you to die. you could get infected." ย ย ย ย