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:: “I don’t expect any special treatment from you…”

 The Star cringed as she herself breathed heavily shaking a little bit. Attempting to try sitting up as she was placed on the rooftop she gripped at her left shoulder rolling off her back to her side. “Ah…well seeing as how my body is in almost insane amounts of pain, and I can’t move my arm. I’d say pretty bad…agh!”

 Crying out in pain as she curled up on her side the dark purple headed woman spoke out into her hand, “I should be healing I shouldn’t be defending a shinigami…and yet I jumped in to save your life. Dammit…”

 Working her way to a upward position she attempted to move the tattered clothing of her injured arm away to look at the damage. Already her skin was trying to knit back together. However, the Quincy was exhausted and soon blood again soaked her left side. Letting her arm remain limp Jesusa sighed softly. Glancing to her left shoulder the Star carefully slipped her blade off of injury and moved it to rest on the ground between them.

He let his eyes wander over the wounds, trying to assess their damage without getting too close to her. He still didn’t know who she was, and he still couldn’t trust her very much without knowing any background, especially if she mentioned the fact that she shouldn’t have been defending a shinigami.

     “Don’t flatter yourself. That wasn’t my intention.”

     Eyeing the weapon as well, he let his shoulders relax a diminutive amount. It didn’t seem like she planned on using it, which made him a little less tense about approaching her again.

     “I have a friend that can heal you. She does a really thorough job, so I’ll take you there.”

     He paused for just a moment, crease in his brow as he knelt to her level. Reaching out, he ripped off a tattered piece of his own shihakusho and clearly displaying it to show his intention to bandage the wound with it.

     “She’ll be a lot better at fixing up your arm than I can. Mind telling me your name?”