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After Renard spoke to to Pheabe, he turned his head back to Peter, [color=BCC127]That is what makes up the difference between a sidekick and hero! A hero never stops his training or gives up when all looks bleak."[/color] He said while puffing up his chest and lowering his voice into a 'hero voice.' and balling his fists and placing them on his hips while looking passed Peter for a pose for effect. 

He looked back to Pheobe as she realized they spoke to her. He nodded his head when she said she was thinking up some ideas. Peter went on to throw a few ideas out for her... his last one made Renard slap his own face. Did he not realize how bad shooting a cherry with a slingshot into a mouth was? [color=BCC127]"That's a surefire way to cause death by choking."[/color] He said muffled behind his hand.

letting his hand fall he looked to Pheobe.[color=BCC127]"Admittedly I don't have any bright ideas to add to the table. But I'm sure you've thought of some good stuff for it already."[/color]

He looked away when he heard Gabby say something about something but he didn't hear what she said. This was about the time Freya came onto the bus. Suddenly having another accident as she stubbed her foot and fell over. He stood up as he winced, about to go help her with knowing her hand was hurt from the training. But when she gripped her hand and asked about the salt he froze. The flash of a memory of him tossing a salt packet over his shoulder over his shoulder flashing through his mind. 

He turned in his seat and started to unzip his bag for his bottle of water. He stopped when he heard Eira speak up. He looked back at her as she mentioned said to make one guess. Finding her cold disapproving eyes looking at him. His shoulders dropped slightly as he turned away from her to his bag, pulling the bottle from one of the pockets. He heard peter getting up and glanced to see him with his med kit going to help Freya. 

Eira then suddenly blew up about them being ridiculous... while punching the chair in front of her twice afterwards. He looked back at her confused and surprised at the outburst. Clearly something else was eating at her. While he always understood she was cold and snappy...it wasn't really ok to snap at everyone like that. She was always so serious about becoming a hero. So serious, it was causing her to miss the mark entirely. He glanced to Gabby as she tried to say that maybe she needed to try and be ridiculous in an odd but interesting metaphor that he agreed with. He did wince slightly as he expected Eira to blow up at her though for speaking up.


He looked to peter who was offering Freya some ointment and cold patch for a sprain. But nothing for getting salt out of the wound. adding his own two cents before moving back to sit down. He looked back to his bag. He didn't have anything to wipe Freya's hand or the water...except the shirt of his spare clothes he kept in his bag. He grabbed it and moved from his seat just as Peter added his last quip towards Eira. 

Shaking his head he moved towards Freya, his usual liveliness now gone. Ignoring the main topic of conversation for now he looked at Freya.[color=BCC127]"Sorry about that Freya, I should have picked up that salt packet. It was just one of my jokes of trying to nullify Abigail's quirk.[/color] He said softly. 

allowing his spare shirt to unfold in his hand, he indicated with his hands that he wanted to rinse her hand.[color=BCC127]"May I?"[/color] he asked with a small apologetic smile on his face. When she finally allowed him to, he used the hand that held his shirt to gently hold onto the back of her hand with her palm up. With a grimace of his own, he slowly poured water over it. The water washing the salt away from her wound, and spilling over her hand and onto his shirt in his. A small amount of the water fell onto the ground though. 

Once he was sure the salt was gone, he capped the water and placed it in the seat Eira was sitting in. Then taking the dry part of his shirt to dab and dry her hand. [color=BCC127]"Hope that's better. I apologize again for being an idiot. I didn't mean to literally rub salt into your wounds. "[/color] He said before releasing her hand. Quickly kneeling down in front of her he used his shirt to mop up the water and remaining salt that was on the ground. 

Once finished He stood back up, bundling his now soaked shirt tightly into one hand. He then glanced at his water bottle, then to Eira as she knelt on he chair still. The glance only lasted a second, before he simply grabbed the bottle and moved out of Freya's way by moving into the seat oppoiste of Eira. Bowing his head and swinging his arm indicating he was allowing her to go first like a gentleman would.