She was surprised at Cassie's reaction, her own eyes widening. For a moment, fear gripped her because what if Cassie told someone? What if she was someone who disagreed with what the Resistance stood for? Sidara knew a person didn't have to be sympathetic to the First Order to still pose a threat to the Resistance. Even die-hard supporters of the Republic didn't necessarily care for the way the Resistance was handling things. Sidara quickly shifted from where she'd been kneeling to pulling her legs beneath her in a crouch, in case she needed to move fast. She put a hand up, lavender skin tinged with red, "Listen-" she started, but stopped when Melor spoke up.
Her brow furrowed when Cassie said she hadn't asked to be in this galaxy. What did that even mean? She sighed and rose to her feet, the movement slow. Still holding bandages in one hand, Sidara shook her head. "I get it, I do. Not everyone agrees with what we do and not everyone is interested, even if they do," she tried to be sympathetic to Cassie and her vehemence toward not wanting to get involved. "And that's why we don't tell people, not usually. The less people know about how we get some of the things we get, the better."
She gestured to Cassie's arm. "But you're hurt, so just let me help, okay? There's no strings attached," Sidara added, in case Cassie might think she owed her for the help.