[center][h3][color=f26522]Acacia 'Ace' Malikova[/color][/h3][/center]

Knowing Truth was no longer around to make a fuss over Acacia and the distance between the man she'd move closer and sit on the arm of the couch. Placing the bowl of warm liquid on the table she'd nod as she dipped the cloth in the water and then wrung it out so it wasn't dripping water. Using her other hand she'd peel back part of the ivory now stained crimson shirt, since parts had seemingly attached to the drying wound, and began dabbing away with the wet cloth at the crusted body fluid upon his forehead. "[color=f26522]Just let me know if I hurt you, okay?[/color]" she'd ask lightly while continuing to dab, and every now and then scrape at some dried parts refusing to come off.

His words filled her ears as he mentioned her injury and she smiled partially, "[color=f26522]We'll focus on your injury first, it's been there longer after all,[/color]" she'd speak lightly in response. Every now and then she'd dip the cloth back into the bowl, washing off whatever it absorbed before wringing it out again and returning to cleaning the injury, the clear liquid slowly taking on a reddened appearance.