"Aww, come on." Aya puts up her fists for a moment in a pose mocking a boxer, grinning cheekily. "Can't you see me going for a KO?" she laughs, and continues her work. "Be a big girl, Sacha. Better for it to sting now than to burn in a few days." She glances out of the tent at the mention of rain, but sees only grey clouds. "Mhm, I'll remind you. As long as you remember to keep this cut as dry as possible." she pats down the bandage, an adhesive one that would hold itself in place. "How's that feel?"