Fight, Flight, or Gut You Like A Fish?

Sticks and Stones...really hurt

》Bahtoh pov《

The brave 'ooman is scared, fear constantly hung in the air around them. When Ayull had brought them from their thoughts they flinched. We can heal physical wounds just fine, but the mental ones are a bit more troublesome. 

When they hopped from the table their knees buckled and they nearly fell, but they clutched the table and steadied themselves. When attempting to follow however, their legs gave out. Before they could fall I grabbed their arm, keeping them up right till their legs could at least steady. 

I practically had to drag them, Ayull advised against carrying, seeing as they don't trust us.  When we made it to the washroom the lights came on, and the water started to pour from an above head faucet. Brave 'ooman seemed confused, looking around the room. 

I moved them to a small bench. Reaching for their shoes, they jerked away. I could smell their anxiety immediately. Out of instinct I began to purr, it seemed to help as they put their foot back down. This time instead of letting me take it off for them, they reached over and did it themselves. 

They took off their shoes, and socks, then stopped. Again they stared at me, or more my helmet. I know it will take time, but I can't wait to train them. I can't wait to earn their trust. To calm their anxiety. To learn what few Yautja have; the mind of an 'ooman. 

》Y/N pov《

It wanted me to shower? The idea sounded amazing, all the grime and blood felt nasty. And I was ready to get rid of it, but I'm not so bold as to strip in front of an alien! He was just standing there waiting. At least I think it's a "he"? 

"Could you turn around?" Talking to them didn't work before, but trying is better than sitting in awkward silence. 

Y'know, I should give em' a name. Instead of calling him an "it".

He simply shook its head, and moved to try and take off my top layer. When I flinched away, it stopped. Shifting my legs I decided to start with my pants. They fell to the floor, leaving me in my top. When I tried to remove the top pain ran through my body, stretching my arms up was a no go. 

When I hissed in pain the alien came forward, holding its hands upright. His hands were a pretty red, lighter in coloration to his skin. His claws were nearly black, the tips looked dull. But with the force behind them, they could cut through anything. Maybe I'll call him Red.

 "Red" slowly reached for my top. I knew it had to come off, the fabric was sticking to my cuts, and was thoroughly dirty with blood, dirt, ect. When I made no move to stop him, he simply tore open the sleeves, then down the middle. Out of instinct, and embarrassment, I went to cover my chest and groin. It didn't matter if I was packing in either department, or not. Privates are privates, and nipples are nipples. 

He moved away, my clothes in hand, towards a small hole in the wall. Depositing them within it, a kind of laundry chute I guess. Red came back to stand in front of me offering his hand, and motioning towards the large cubical shower. Taking a deep breath I accepted the hand. 

The water was warm, and smelled nice. Like bathing salts, or cleansing oils. Red stepped back and a curtain was drawn between us. For a moment I felt normal, like I was back home. In my shitty apartment,  with my shitty roommate, and shitty friends. Turning to let the water run down my back I now faced the curtain. His shadow was still there, the illusion of privacy. I couldn't stay mad, as the water both stung and soothed my body.