It was his tone that caught her off guard, and edge of desperation there she understood in some way. And so she nodded. "I'll come back," she told him, and she meant it. She took his hand off her wrist and squeezed it lightly. "Sleep. I'll check on you later."
She took her leave then, making her way back to the tattoo shop and unlocking the door. Inside was a mess of blood and things she'd tossed around in her doctoring. Ky didn't like cleaning things up, just making a mess.
Well. Time to get to work.
It took two hours before she'd made the place look like nothing at all had happened there, and to cover the smell of burned flesh and blood with too much air freshener.
She tossed everything bloody into a trash bag - part of his clothes, her own singlet, lots of towels - and carried them to a dumpster five blocks away and then turned round and went the other way to get back to the apartment building Briareos lived in.
Daylight was well and truly happening by the time she got inside. She peeked her head in the door and found Briareos still and quiet. For a few moments she lingered in the doorway, checking to see if he was breathing. Once she saw that he was, she went back out of the room and wandered around his sparse apartment, poking at things. A few more times she checked on her husband, but each time he was sleeping. She wasn't surprised.
Setting into a chair in the living room, Kymopoleia drifted off to sleep herself. It had been a long night and she was ready to be unconscious for hours.