"Yeah, you so sure about that?" Erin's voice is sharp, and when she hears it in her own ears she turns her head away; it doesn't seem to impede her work much. "...You might be surprised. People would notice. People'd care. And don't throw that in my face like just me caring is nothing special either. I'm not some lovestruck teenager who thinks I'll get to kiss the hot wolf lady if I show her True Compassion or some shit. I worry, about you, specifically. I think about you. If I didn't think you were powerfully private, I'd talk about you a lot more to people 'cause I think I know some you might get on with."

Erin ties the bandage off. "C'mon. Other wounds."