Blood was always a good way to balance out some of the harm done to a person yes. She liked it herself in most cases, though she probably wouldn't have wasted teeth on the gimpy man in her hands. Ah well, he had better teeth than she did anyway!

Hell, things were almost cheerful until Jason dropped, then there was a deep, guttural growl and the slicing feel of shadows and blood as Rachel caught him and lifted him to her shoulder to tote out. ::I can handle the pain at least,:: she admitted, siphoning a lot of it away somehow.

She could not make his nerves function better without knowing him better though, so, they needed a better distraction!

Want to know what was terrifying in space? Fire. Fire was terrifying in space, and that arena way behind them had such lovely layers of sawdust and floating patrons...

...it let them wander almost leisurely to their berth and key in. Inside the ship smelled...clean, fresh, like herbs more than anything!

"Lady Rachel..."

"New guy," she smiled at the woman heading toward them. "Implant."

Khem's lips thinned in a healer's hatred for such things, "this way, hurry, it cannot be kind for him..."

"I'm on pain control," she sighed, laying the were down on a table in medical.

"My thanks," she offered, her tool cool and supportive where Rachel's was hot, her ability seeking out..."these were monsters, Lady. They embedded it within his spine. It will be a moment, keep him steady."

"Of course," Rachel agreed, hand on Jason's chest.