Snippet #1237680

If she had been in her right mind, Kia might have yelled at him for being recklace as he searched for the First Aid, but she wasn't in her right mind, far from it in fact, and at the moment the only thing she was actually comprehending was that the pounding in her ears was her pulse becoming quick to pump more blood through her system. She didn't exactly have any recollection of what happened after that other than the man had wrapped her wound and was talking more to himself than her.

Her eyes traveled to the sky so not to look at him, not exactly wanting to look like a fool. Overhead she could see only clear whether coming up, but at sea that could change at a moments notice. Throat dry and cracky Kia sat up, rubbing her forehead lightly before wincing at the pain in her arm. She had to admit, it was a million times better than earlier, but it still hurt.

"So you never told me your name, mystery man," she said, swallowing first so her voice wouldn't be crusty. "I'm sure you've heard of me, The Silent Theif, Kia Redong. I've only been famous for like seven years now... or was that eight?" She shrugged and yawned. She was tired, extremely tired. Sleep. Kia's eyes momentarily traveled to the cabin. One bed and a hamock, that's all they had left to use. She wanted to groan, maybe even just destroy something, but for now being aqcuainted was good enough.