It was sad to say, but her father was not a figure who often entered into her thoughts. Of course when she saw a small child being cared for by their own father, she thought briefly of him. The rest of the time? Nothing. As for her mother, the woman could have run off to Fiji or somewhere equally distant and never returned for all Az knew. The police had never found any clue of anything, when their extremely brief investigation had been shelved.
With both of the humans distracted, Gregory had walked up to Nikko's head on the ground and patted him on the nose.
With a small moue of a cross between muted dismay and distaste over the fact that she had to actually pull some piece of glass out of her boyfriend's body, Az took a slow breath and carefully placed her hands on his foot. One hand cupping the ball of his foot, her right barely touching the side with the very pads of her fingers. With a quick look upwards at his face, she moved her hand so that she was hovering just above the bleeding wound and the protruding foreign object.
Her hand was shaking, and the woman had to pull it in close to her chest, flexing it once or twice before she returned to just about touching the sharp glass. Afraid of hurting him, she hesitated a moment further, as she pressed her lips together. Dark eyes went to his face once more, closing for a heartbeat as she scrounged to wrap some sort of confidence in this unknown situation around herself to do what was needed. With long fingers that were as gentle as possible, Az slowly pulled the piece out.
Too fast and she would have been afraid of injuring him further, too slowly and it could be the same result. Despite her disbelief in any solid higher power, she silently hoped that she was not doing it exactly wrong.
Once it was out, she fumbled to set it aside and pull one of the little gauze packages out of the kit to press it against the wound. It would need to be cleaned, she thought anyway, but she did not want or need more blood around. He did not need more blood around.