She leans against the wall at the end of the tub, forces herself to breathe evenly. If her hearts pounding, it'll fuck with blood flow. She's safe enough now. She's fine, just needs to be sure its safe to stitch her wound.

"Had to. Some of the attackers weren't malicious, just desperate. Couldn't break 'em just cause they had a mental disadvantage to bad shit," she said. Because it was true. Carapacians were terrible at restraint. They barely knew what impulse control WAS. "Someone had to keep a cool head and it had to be me."