hm....nah, she's intelligent. she'll get it done quick *she smiles as she looks over the equipment, before grabbing a small tissues. she takes it in her tail, and her tail shifts to an inky form, slipping seamlessly thru the cracks of the machinery to clean it*

oh- n-no...sorry- *she blushes and looks down*

*she gets distracted from her cleaning, looking at him. she looks like she's admiring his face, and the odd split*..

......*she stares at him for a moment, before picking up her rag again, and helping. she still has loading signs in her eyes, processing*

....*she looks up at him, her eyes turning pink*...u-uhm...i....I-I uh-....*she's a blushing, stuttering mess*

!! ....*she turns bright red, blushing intensely. her eyes form loading signs as she looks up at him, wide eyed*...w-wha...? *her tail slowly wags*

*she smiles softly, them goes back to cleaning....but a smol bit of blood starts trickling down her tentacles from her back*

w-what-? I'm fine- *she looks back at him*

NO-

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hm-? oh....a series of events. multiple things, including torture from angels, literal god tearing one off, and having them shredded by smiley when we first met. dw abt it tho, blueberry. it's okay *she smiles softly, still looking pale and trembling slightly. she starts cleaning*

yippee

Riptide. istg. I'm still hopped up on that weird redline shit and I will punt you to the m o o n if you harm taht child.

...*she gives a shaky sigh, before grabbing some rags w both her hands, and taking out her tentacles. she grabs rags w each tentacle, 11 in all, and she grabs a bucket w her tail. there are 14 tentacles in all, but 3 are cut off, leaving only mangled stubs*

g-good- *she nods, going slightly pale as she feels the new pain. her tail goes limp*....im..I'm glad. is there anything else hurting?

booga ooga

also
fucking amazing

...hm....*she quickly heals his back fully w her tail, a slight shiver running down her spine as it appears on her back* .....better, blueberry?

....*she looks at his back w an unreadable emotion on her face. she then stands up and walks towards him, lightly petting his back, her touch light as a feather so as not to hurt him*

well-? you want the help? also, your blood is a nice color. would look lovely as a water paint- *she slides her finger over the blood splatter, lifting it up to look at it*

*she spins around and looks at it, not reacting*....eh. as I said, that's nothing *shrugs, before walking towards the scene* you want me to help, tho.....? I suggest you take up the offer if you want it, before I change my mind.