Kel shifted while looking at the other woman before sighing and nodding. “Yea, whatever.” The words weren’t harsh or emotionless for the first time since they had met while the baby dark slayer glanced around the room. Nodding at the suggested place of relocation the tough girl slipped over there without thinking much about the wood carnage around her. It had become pretty normal for her to break at least one or two things while training at this point. How shit always ended up fixed Kel hadn’t a clue, but whoever was doing it well, she was thankful for them. It kept her from pounding on other, less favorable members of the hotel which would bring down martial law on her ass. Sitting, she waited patiently, glancing around a bit here and there as she continued to figure out just what damage she had managed to cause the fucking dummy. It was pretty torn to shit, but not nearly as fucked up as she’d gotten it before. Why the fuck had she slipped up this time? Annoyance was growing inside the baby dark slayer while Willow retrieved the first aid kit.
“Huh..?” It took Kel a moment to snap out of her thoughts when the redhead returned to her side. Blinking a few times the fuzziness of thoughts cleared from her head and the comment finally processed. Letting the good arm fall off to the side, the hand wrapped around the bench she was sitting in, giving her something to squeeze in response to the pain. Only a nod and grunt of affirmation was given in response to Willow’s question and the slayer steeled her self for further pain. Eyes squeezed closed as the grip on the bench below her turned steely. Licking over her lips the slayer tried to remove the dryness from her mouth before speaking. “Yeah.” The word was a little low in tone responding to how her arm felt. The technical explanation was given about the wound and all Kel could feel to do was shrug in response, trying not to move her arm too much, but still wincing slightly even to the faint motion.
“Don’t need the stitches. Just some sleep. It’ll heal it self. Just wrap it up.” The words weren’t harsh but oddly factual as eyes lingered over the now cleaned wound. Who had ever cleaned her wounds before beside Emma? There was that one night when Katherine had helped but… otherwise…?.... No one that she could remember realistically. An odd feeling set in her stomach as brows furrowed, waiting for the other woman to either try and oppose her comment or reply.