[sylvanSpider]

Josef kept his sulking face on, going so far as to keep his lips pursed as the nurse prattled on about the rad sickness. Ashi, however, furrowed her brows with concern, seeing the pain that the nurse was holding back as she talked. She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch the nurse's arm. There was little she could do now for the nurse or those that had been affected by rad sickness in the nurse's life, but she wasn't alone. And Ashi certainly wasn't going to make this more difficult for her.

“Well. I have blood. Kind of. It's different from when I was human,” Ashi murmured, “It's there, but it's closer to black and it's more viscous.” She gently squeezed the nurse's hand, guessing that this 'Douglas' was probably the woman's husband at some point. Or son. Regardless, it was still sad, even imagining what this woman had gone through.

“Is that why you're separating us into quarters? Because supernatural blood has some value now?” Josef asked tilting his head. He was not going to be pleased if anyone tried to lay a harmful finger on Ashi. Drishe, he couldn't care less for--she'd been mean to him since the beginning—but Ashi was kind even when she had every right to snap back. He was beginning to think of this girl as a little sister despite her being decades his senior, but he was protective. She was too nice and too many people (including himself, he hated to admit) took advantage of that. Drishe was mean. She could take care of herself.

Ashi forced a smile back to the nurse's own forced smile. Needles freaked her out, a fear that never left her since she accidentally forsake her identity, but she was willing to try to look past it. Josef on the other hand groaned and stomped into his own little curtained room. “There's no ass in these gowns. What the fuck? Why?”