Chief Librarian
"Oh, gross!"
Amani's voice cut through the quiet. Kass froze, embarrassment leaving her stunned. “Asleep?” she hissed through grit teeth. “She was asleep?! Oh, Force, it’s like Ukatis all over again!”
Pulling away from her, Oukranos kept his head lowered. At first she thought he too was ashamed, but no. He was laughing. “Do you feel any better, at least?”
Kass scowled at him. They hadn’t gotten very far before they were interrupted—he still had his pants on—which was probably for the best. She didn’t think she could face the Chief Healer if she had seen more than that. Brief as it was, it had taken her mind off things temporarily. “...I guess,” she finally admitted, grumbling under her breath, “Though I’d feel a lot better if Amani had woken up afterwards…” She trailed off, hearing voices from inside the tent.
The As-Aki stared at Amani uncomprehendingly, then shrugged. “I’m in a lot of pain,” he answered, rubbing his forehead. “I remember a fight breaking out before I got grabbed and squished by one of your friends...” He seemed to come to a slow realization. "That Human out there—he's the one who nearly killed me, isn't he?"
"I'm Amani. I'm the one who healed you. It wasn't looking too good there for a while."
“Emrys Baros. Thanks for the healing.” The As-Aki produced a tiny knife and with one quick motion cut a strip of canvas from the tent, which he then tied around his torso to hold together his torn clothing. “Now please don’t tell me I need an operation or a week of bed rest, because I have places to be, people to see, things to do—and not much time. Whole clan's counting on me.”