They make a little whine between their teeth, not from pain. Pain doesn't matter, they can ignore pain. But fear is harder to hide, these days. (Not afraid of a goddamn horde of spirits, but afraid of somebody cleaning you up. Christ. You're not much better! I'm a little better! Then you get out here and do it!)

The metal hand digs into the ground to keep it from shoving her away, and they fumble with the flesh one for the bandages in their tac vest's utility belt pocket. They don't hand the bundle of gauze and ace bandages over, though. "I can do it. I can. I can do it."