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Nartina
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Tarjai stared in wonder at the two that entered the shop. Never before had she seen an armadillo on two legs, or a Skrull. The tall green man was the strangest and perhaps the ugliest being she'd ever encountered, and his mere presence made her skin crawl. When the Skrull smiled and spoke in the direction of Flint, she followed his gaze and frowned. So that one has issues with authority huh? Or maybe he owes him money? Or bread? What is the currency around these parts anyways? The thought faded away into the back of her mind when she heard the Jiinian groan. Her ears twitched, the antennae lifting, seeming to wave in place, as her attention redirected toward his crouched form. She then stood up and padded over to him and the Nism, completely ignoring the police. The jewels in her forehead faded to a soft blue as she knelt beside him, opposite Peet, and looked at the back of the large man's head. There seemed to be a little bump, though she had no idea if that was there before, and she gathered that if it wasn't, it may be part of the cause of his current pain. Having seen resurrections several times in her lifetime, however, the Ju'unda knew well that being brought back from death was sometimes a painful process that the body didn't always like, no matter who did the revival. After studying the back of the Jiinian's skull, she moved so that she could look him in the eyes, and studied those as well. Without touching him, she leaned a little closer, and carefully looked at his pupils before smiling softly.
"I tink ya got a bit 'o a bruise growin' back der from when yer skull hit deh floor. May have a concussion ahs well. You dun't know me, and this yungin' helped you greatly, but he may need to rest ahs well. If you'd like, I cahn soothe dat pain for ya in da mean time. At least so dat you can git off deh floor and into a chair."
She made no move to touch him, merely awaited his assent. At this moment, the fact that cops were standing in the entrance to the shop was insignificant. Her primary concern was making sure that the newly-revived Jiinian was well. She was even prepared to hold off investigations until he either refused her assistance, or he was as good as new. Hell, at this point, she didn't even care to try the coffee. Her day had been ruined already, may as well make something of it.
"I tink ya got a bit 'o a bruise growin' back der from when yer skull hit deh floor. May have a concussion ahs well. You dun't know me, and this yungin' helped you greatly, but he may need to rest ahs well. If you'd like, I cahn soothe dat pain for ya in da mean time. At least so dat you can git off deh floor and into a chair."
She made no move to touch him, merely awaited his assent. At this moment, the fact that cops were standing in the entrance to the shop was insignificant. Her primary concern was making sure that the newly-revived Jiinian was well. She was even prepared to hold off investigations until he either refused her assistance, or he was as good as new. Hell, at this point, she didn't even care to try the coffee. Her day had been ruined already, may as well make something of it.