It would seem that the she-wolf had no true qualms or odium for the young feline. With her own experience she was not used to being around many felines or being involved in some sort of fight with them. Her pack, that was a complete different story, but she wasn't allowed to be involved. Without her pack she learned about others if their species, quite interested in how they functioned, but never wanting to get too close to find out. It was natural in nature for felines and canines to be troubled with one another, it was in their DNA. Yet it would seem that, that particular DNA was not within the she-wolf, so it must be a mind over matter thing? She could tell how the other girl watched her carefully, noticing how thin her lips would get if she moved closer to her. It was natural to be overprotective, but she had thought nothing of it really. Why should she get upset for someone reacting what is only natural? With the girl starting to relax some, her focus would be solely on the wound studying it as much as she could attempting to determine just what she was supposed to do to fix it. Hearing the young woman mention that godforsaken hell hole cause the disfigured woman's head to tilt to the side in puzzlement. An inquisitive tone was played in her voice, she was well aware with Tobi running around doing whatever he pleased, and he had mentioned Syn before, but never why.

"Really? Some nights he comes back around here. As for living at Syn, that doesn't seem like a place he'd like. He mentioned a 'Risky' to me, he didn't really like her, is she over there?"

With her tools chosen and ready to be used to fix this wound. She could feel the girl start to stiffen once more. A faint smile appeared on her thin pink lips when she noticed how the wound looked, much cleaner and not as bad as she thought it was going to be. Though the pain she could feel on her own side continued to throb, puzzled as to why she was feeling the same thing that the woman should have been feeling. Moving closer to the woman, sitting on her knees to give herself some height over the wounded area, she moved her hands slowly towards her, ready to begin until she heard her cold warning. Slowly she would tilt her head upwards, pained blue-grey eyes simply bore into the fierce dark eyes of her patient, her face much more visible now, those 4 scar marks much more prominent than before. With a severe, but soft tone she slammed her warning to the side and replaced it with her honest admission.

"Do I really look like the type that would purposely hurt you? I've been hurt by others all my life...why would I ever want to act like them and do that to others?"

Really, the she-wolf had a point. Nadya was not aware of her past or the various marks that adorned her pale flesh underneath her clothes. Traces of scars marked along her arms, scrapes here and there, but the most brutal and disgusting wounds were hidden in other areas on her lithe frame. No one was allowed to see them, not even herself. She refused to look at them when she changed clothes, not wishing to feel the pain she had gone through to receive them. Quietly, she began to perform the procedure, the needle going through skin with the thread, only Nadya wouldn't feel anything, but the canine she so heavily loathed continued to take away the pain. Each time she moved the needle through her wounded flesh, she would flinch, clenching her jaw as she felt small stabs in her own side, unable to understand why she was hurting. As soon as she was complete she began to gather up the supplies grabbing a bag from within the kit and placing them in there, while politely informing the girl the next steps that would take place.

"The stiches dissolve and it usually takes a week, but since we're a bit special it might only take a few days."

Moving away from the woman, closing and locking the kit, she would slowly get up wincing as she clutched her side. Leaning up against the wall, she could actually feel beads of sweat along the back of her neck and trailing down her forehead. Biting her lip, she would turn around, lifting her shirt some unaware that the feline still sitting down would be able to see small red dots that were in synchronization of the placement of her stiches, the pale flesh of the she-wolf was bruised now. Puzzled her eyes would travel down to the feline taking note at the comparison of placement and such from her body to her very own. Shaking her head not understanding it she would let go of her shirt, keeping all the other faded wounds hidden as she extended a hand to the woman to help her up giving her a small smile.

"We should get some food in you and clothes, come on."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven