"A few - that woulda been the full moon, wouldn't it?" Erin actually laughs, and it's only a little bitter. "I've been spoiled by shapeshifters with their shit handled. That's. That's gonna be a fun addition to this community's needs, but I can burn that bridge later, when I cross it."

Erin's fingers are so, so gentle as she inspects the wound more closely and then does her best to treat it; with it half-healed like this there's not much she can do other than apply the Neosporin and fucking pray. Bandages should at least keep some air off it so it can't pick up anything another passenger might have brought with them...

"...Please don't pull this again, Daisy. I'm not sure what I'll do if you get dragged back into the Nothing because you don't care enough about living to not die. Probably something recklessly violent."