Slowly, carefully, and with a hint of a gentle rhythm she wrapped her hands around his slit palm with a piece of cloth, softly humming to herself.

His body was wracked with tension, grey eyes glued to her facial expression.

She'll snap any second. He glanced at his blood, a disgrace, ugly, so very fucking wrong.

She's gonna break my neck like a fucking twig. She slipped a bit under another layer and pulled tightly right a triumphant grin.

"Better?"

"Yeah, thanks." He examined her handy work, slowly rotating his hand. "You're good at this, you know that?" She clasped her hands together shyly, olive rising under her cheeks.

"Well, you know. Out here we have to fend furr ourselves. Pounce just licked my cuts and bruises clean, but eventually it wouldn't work out all that well." She glanced rapidly to the side and back with a nervous chuckle. "And Equius nefurr was good at bandaging either. Someone's gotta do it."

"Makes sense, considering you live in a batshit crazy environment, in the middle of fucking nowhere that contains whoever the hell knows what." She shrugged her small shoulders as she shuffled off, placing the bandages on a table.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"This might be a mistake, but uh… you've my blood color, right?"

"… Of course, I just now saw it."

"And it doesn't bother you."

"Nope."

"Never did?"

"Nefurr efurr. I think your blood is pawsitivly fine. Hee hee, you worry too much."

"It's different Nepeta, it's mutant—I'm a mutant." She arched an eyebrow at him.

"I think the bloodcaste is rather silly, don't you? Besides! It makes you much more interesting!" She pounced at his shoe laces, bapping at the untied threads excitedly.

I'll never understand you, you autistic fuck.

But I guess that's a good thing too.