Gamora was probably the toughest woman in the universe, but regardless she'd have an egg on her head. The adrenaline was still flowing and Gamora couldn't feel the scratches yet, the bruise to her head simply a distant throb. But later she'd have to feel it all. As was the aftermath of any fight, the pain that followed simply taught you lessons for the future, new ways to succeed. Nebula touched the skin beside the deepest scratch on her neck and Gamora flashed her a quick smile.
No one had asked Quill if he was fine, but she was glad that he was regardless. He announced it and Gamora nodded and leaned against him just a press of her body weight against his side, but for her that was plenty affectionate. He was quick to offer her sister his belt and she liked that, liked that he cared about Nebula as well.
"It could keep happening, if the doors don't open again," she said with a shrug. Gamora felt like she was going a bit crazy being stuck there, in such a small place but there was nowhere to go, no ship to take them. "We can clean these without a doctor," Gamora said of her injuries.