It was for the sake of the Sith's pride that Johte kept hidden the smile that threatened to erupt across his face- at the absurdity of the situation, and at the Pureblood hissing at him like an angry cat.  Clearly this was a Sith of some power, and Johte wasn't about to underestimate him.  But something about his fussing was...<br/><br/>Johte gave his head a little shake, and then administered another dose of kolto before ripping open another white pouch, this one containing a sterile adhesive bandage, and attaching it to Procion's skin so that it covered most of his wounds.<br/><br/>"I'm no healer, but that should help," he said, wiping his bare hands with sanitizer before starting to pack up the med kit.<br/><br/>"Now, the way I see it, our options are to either wait and hope the rakghouls go away before digging ourselves out this way, or... you said there was an adjacent cavern?"<br/><br/>His brow arched.  "Unless you'd rather waste energy and time trying to fight me, now that I've patched you up.  Seems kind of stupid, though.  Almost as dumb as riling up a whole pack of rakghouls and having them chase you around..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>