Saya frowned, becoming more and more displeased with his words. He was a very strange and irritating human. Saying one thing and then another. He was wrapping her up in more words than she cared for.<br/><br/>Slithering back she let the clothing fall back down over her stomach. "Wh-What would humans know of magic... nothing," she mumbled, starting to coil up again. She hissed at what she felt was a threat in his words.<br/><br/>Angel put her hands up and made the naga focus on her. "What Ma- what my friend... Jazz is trying to say is that if you let your wound go untreated for too long it will make you unable to eat, which will make you weaker and it may get so bad that you won't be able to move especially if you have an infection, lack of food and possible blood loss. And you don't want that. Then you won't be able to go back home ever again... and you want to see your family right? Well if you allow us to... heal you, which means us getting closer and being able to touch you, then you can heal faster and go home quicker," she said trying to ease the naga.<br/><br/>Saya looked at the android with uncertainty.<br/><br/>Angel tried another tactic. "How about... you inspect Jazz, so that you are satisfied he has nothing that you feel can harm you on him. Nothing hidden. Myself included. We we stay still whilst you do so. And then when you are ready we can look at your stomach and clean you up. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable or unsafe or don't want us to touch you anymore, you can say you want us to leave and we will. We will only go as far as you can handle. Ok? You are in control of your health and how you wish to be treat. Is... that ok with you?" It became clear to Angel that after so long of being caged, poked and prodded by humans with no say of her own, that right now Saya needed to feel some semblance of freedom, of control, not just over her own body, but of her own mind, in being able to make descisions again.<br/><br/>Saya pursed her lips in thought, trying to find a trick in her words. But after a couple of minutes Saya nodded in agreement. "But you don't move or touch until I say so yes?"<br/><br/>Angel smiled, nodding. "Of course."<br/><br/>Saya looked between them. "O-Ok..." Clearly scared to get so close to either one of them, she tentitively slithered forward towards Jazz. With a shaky hand she reached out and poked him in the shoulder, quickly snatching her hand back like he would strike her. But when nothing happened she inched a little closer, inspecting him. She lifted his hair in patches, making sure there was nothing stuck in there. She had seen a female stick things in her hair before, so had to make sure.<br/><br/>Hesitantly she reached out to brush her fingers against his skin, finding it to be real. She looked in his ears as well, because she'd seen humans stick things in there too. Humans were an odd species, greedy and cruel but odd. She checked his hands next, then his legs, then his feet, taking off his shoes and socks for good measure. Then she moved onto his jeans pockets when he seemed to keep sticking his hands.<br/><br/>When she was completely satisfied Saya then moved onto Angel, doing the exact same thing, except this time she kept tugging and pulling at Angel's clothing, not liking her fake skin. So very slowly she turned her back to Jazz and took her top, and leggings off, leaving her in her undergarments. Though she didn't understand the need for undergarments, but apparently human women were meant to wear them. So she did as well. Good thing too apparently.<br/><br/>Saya allowed Angel to put her fake skin back on, but nothing else.<br/><br/>After a little hesitation Saya finally showed them all of her wounds, lifting her top and undoing the second set of bandages. "O-Ok... now you may come over and look properly. Just be gentle, it still hurts..." she told them both, tensing up, clearly uncomfortable, but at least willing.