Redhawk Caldera fetch me the monkey's tail

The mention of his aunt made him bristle next, falling in to an uneasy silence. He wanted to say something about Niamh but wasn't quick enough to think of anything in the moment, so it went stale. The chewed herbs Reyes had slathered across the wound had begun to dry on the exterior, soaking in to the skin otherwise. Looks like it'll hold, Reyes grumbled, commenting on his work. The taste of the herbs had numbed his tongue a little bit. It sort-of felt like he'd been chugging bog water, and he wanted to be rid of the flavor. I wouldn't train with Niamh with a wound like that, he advised — not that anyone asked — and then snorted softly, she'll kick your ass.