[Keith had been staring at his own arms and finding his right is once again his. He has two years and more worth of memories to handle now. He tables it when hears the scream. He sprints in the direction of the sound. He rips past bushes and over grass until he comes upon her.

He slows to a stop and breathes in. Stage two. That...he moves slowly, making sure she sees him coming. Clad in his sleek white and red he could look intimidating. He kneels down before her, his violet eyes taking stock of her injuries.]

I know it’s scary. But the reason this stuff grows is emotional dishonesty. When i has it I had to confess some really personal stuff.

[He reaches into his belt pounce and produces a bandage roll.] I’m awful with people but I can listen to whatever you say. Give me your hand and I’ll tend that.