"Nakatei, come on girl don't close your eyes now."
A cat woman kneeled beside her fox companion, she looked behind herself for the last time to see if the person who caused the gaping wound on Tei's stomach wasn't coming back to finish what she started. In the many years she had lived for, she had never fought an undead like that knife-ear who wounded Tei. Like all monsters, the undead over-relied on her superior statistics to win but the veteran warrior felt something was off with that particular dauntless monster.
"It's going to sting." Shiro said as she found the medicine she was looking for in the form of large hairy leaves. She crushed the leaves in her hand, squeezing out a thick green goo from their thick stems before using them to cover Tei's open stomach.
Quite the sound of footsteps caused the ears of the demi-human hard at work to twitch nervously beneath the hood. Relying utterly on her hearing to sense the incoming danger behind her, Shiro worked hard to keep her companion and employer alive, although she had gone out of practice with tending to such wounds.
"Get away from me!" Shiro barely contained herself from gutting whoever was behind her in fear of losing Tei who looked worse which each passing tick. Just as her left palm grabbed the handle of a knife concealed under her cloak the monster stopped. "?" A strangely flowery scent suddenly hit her nose as the fog around them seemed to move around her, like a stirred monster who circled its prey.
Shiro's crimson eyes moved to see what was the monster doing but to her surprise, the undead was holding a sickly-looking human in her hands which she gently put on the ground. For some reason, the human was holding back tears before rubbing her eyes with her forearm.
Does this human want to help me with Nakatei?
The confused nekos backed away as the human's hand from the wrist down disappeared before pulling a bizarre-looking black bag with silver handles. The warrior could never get used to how some humans or elves could just pop things into existence.
The battle-hardened warrior felt the hair along her spine stand as the exhausted and visibly in pain human kneeled on the ground next to Tei. Just as the nekos companion started to cough up blood the small frame of the human twisted to face Shiro as her large blue and golden eyes casted a look searching for a sign of something while remaining completely motionless, seemingly playing a deity who decided if Tei will survive this or not.
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The nekos realised that their eyes met for only a split second before the sickly pale human turned to look at Tei. Without looking the human girl with long shiny hair darker than the night pulled out a smaller box which she rested on her other side.
Without any sign of the two communicating, the undead with pale skin and exactly the same hair as the human walked around Tei before kneeling down and holding her head up while the girl pulled out a full vial of health potion which she gifted to the undead.
The elf brought the vial to the fox's lips causing the faded red liquid inside the vial to quickly disappear as Nakatei greedily gulped its contents. Shiro watched astonished as Tei's bloody wound began to close in rapid pulses, leaving a huge patch of untanned skin on her stomach. The human pulled out a needle with a thin silvery string attached to its end which gleamed in the torch's orange light. Looking back at her companion Shiro realised that the one vial of health potion wasn't enough to completely close the wound on her companion's stomach. How much money are they willing to spend on Nakatei? A health potion is worth three months of comfortable living in places like Nishimine and even she couldn't afford to have one. Was there a misunderstanding or does the human convince the tall undead elf to do this?
Shiro thought to herself finding the idea of an undead being merciful ridiculous. Although the elf appeared to be different when they fought one another. Examining the undead once more, Shiro furrowed her eyebrows thinking she was seeing things previously as now the tall elf who viciously attacked them with the unique spark she saw previously, being completely absent from her glowing purple eyes.
*Sigh*
The cloaked nekos looked up again and began to sniff the air trying to discern what was that strange smell she was scenting previously. At first, the undead elf with a blue flower possessing an otherwordly appearance, embroidered in her black hair filled Shiro's nostrils. The undead hoplite's smell was different from most of the undead she knew the smell of but it still reeked of death. Taking another deep breath while watching the human close the moaning fox's wound, the nekos with crimson eyes finally caught a hint of that flowery scent she smelled before.
An image of a field of blooming black and white flowers full of pollen inside a moonlit cave flashed inside Shiro's mind as she pin-pointed to the source of this smell. To her mild shock, the unusual smell was coming from the direction where the human was. She wasn't sure if she could learn anything about the human girl from the smell as she was almost sure that the earthy smell was coming from the earth around them and the lingering smell of death was coming off the elf nearby.
Before the nekos noticed, the human had finished stitching Tei's wound close. The elf put down the fox's head on the ground and helped the girl stand up before motioning Shiro to come closer to them.
"She needs to get her wound cleaned before it gets infected. Preferably with something like alcohol." The petite girl said while wrapping her hands around the elf's hand not bothering to look at the warrior. Unsurprisingly the girl spoke Common but with an accent, Shiro was unfamiliar with.
"Why waste alcohol?" The nekos asked the girl not seeing a point in pouring a good drink on Nakatei's stomach if she looked much better now.
*Sigh*
The undead elf motioned Shiro to help her drag Tei somewhere as her one free hand grabbed the collar of Tei's white dress while carrying the human with her other hand.