When she had left to obtain supplies, Soryu was, once again, left alone with his thoughts.
What an odd woman.
Just what in her right mind made her think it was okay to help a random bleeding stranger? Were her instincts not screaming to tell her to stay away?
He shook his head.
Every civilian he came across had always looked at him in fear. They knew who he was. Or at least, they knew who he was associated with.
No, he thought. All anyone had to do was just take one look at his face and that would make them keep their distance. Never before had he been approached by a civilian. At least, not until now.
He saw the onna running back to him with a large first aid kit in her arms and used the time to get a good look at her.
She looked around his age, maybe younger. He couldn't tell because she was so small. The mobster knew that if he had been standing, he'd be towering over her small frame. To think that a frail, delicate creature like her was helping the likes of him. He watched her face as several different emotions flickered across her features, especially in her eyes. First, relief. Curiosity. Then, unease. Determination. What caught his attention the most when he first saw her were her eyes. The woman had the most expressive eyes he had ever encountered on a person. Her blue eyes were just so clear and honest. He had never understood the saying: "Eyes are the windows to the soul." But something told Soryu: This woman is a kind soul and you are in good hands.
She crouched down next to him and set down the first aid kit. He took note of how she had put her wavy locks back into a low ponytail. Little baby hairs clung to her forehead and he noticed how her brows were crinkled with worry. Her concern for him was almost... endearing. "Look, I'm going to need you to take off that jacket and the shirt, if I'm gonna do this properly."
Wordlessly, he complied.