Acension Revival

[Rayleonarde]

"Rather someone who can control the front. I cannot be in two places." Ray smiled. "Are you going through with it? Because I really don't want to clean up my tracks."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe hesitated for a brief second, then nodded. "I'll help you," she said. "What exactly do you need me to do? What do I specifically need to worry about here?" The catfox met Ray's eyes. "I apologize if this is annoying, but with larger jobs like this, precision can save time and lives." She decided not to mention how she had been shot at and wounded the day before.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled. "You'll have to worry about civilians, any private guards, and possibly the police."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe closed her eyes and nodded. "I don't particularly like to tangle with the police," she said. "But I suppose that can't be helped sometimes." The catfox gingerly rubbed her side. "... I'll make sure there's no one in the back."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray raised an eyebrow. "Injured yourself?"

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe shrugged. "I wasn't being as careful as I should have been," she said. "I should be more or less fine by tomorrow. The bullet only grazed me."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray smiled slightly. "You want me to take a look? I understand if you don't, but I'd rather you be one-hundred percent before tomorrow, so you may adjust."

[Cifero Windtail]

The catfox gave Ray a questioning look, hesitating once again. "...If it'll make you feel better, I suppose you could take a look," she said, standing up. "I'll get my medical supplies."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded, and pulled a matchbook from his pocket, along with a small roll of tape.

[Cifero Windtail]

After a minute, Zanthe returned with a medical kit and set it on the table. "Have you done this kind of thing before?" she said, unbuttoning her shirt.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded. "Several times, to myself and others." He pulled the matches from the matchbook, and taped them together. He pulled the medical kit close, and opened it. "When you've removed your shirt, lay down, with your injury facing up."

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe cocked an eyebrow, slipping her shirt off and setting it on her chair beside the medical kit. "One moment," she said, clearing the glasses from the table before climbing onto it. She tried her best to keep the tattoos on her lower back hidden as she unwrapped her bandages and laid down, her face towards Ray. The injury was on her left side, close to her ribcage. It looked surprisingly far along for a bullet graze. "Like this?" she said.

[Rayleonarde]

"Perfect." Ray inspected the wound, or what was left, and nodded. "Seems like everything's fine. But..." He took a few tongue depressors, taped them together, and then held it in front of Zanthe. "Bite this, tightly." As he held it, Ray pulled the matchbook in front of Zanthe, and placed the match-bundle beside it.

[Cifero Windtail]

Zanthe looked at Ray for a moment, then bit down on the tongue-depressor bundle. As she did, she relaxed her body, prepared for whatever might happen.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray lit the matches, and pressed them against Zanthe's wound, closing the rest of it with the smell of burning fur and flesh.