"Shut up," the Jedi said, unexpectedly gruff.<br/><br/>While Procion had sat thinking, he'd walked away to retrieve his pack, leaving the strap slung over the crook of his elbow while he removed his gauntlet.  Now he was kneeling in front of the Sith again, rifling momentarily through the contents of his pack before pulling out a smaller green pack marked with red symbols- a field medic kit.  He balanced it on his knee and unzipped it, tearing open a flat white package and pulling out a square of gauze already treated with antiseptic before reaching toward Procion again, the gauze in one hand, the other poised to nudge at Procion's chin, to coax him to turn his head and give Johte a better view of the wound.<br/><br/>"Nobody is duking out anything," he said, low and firm.  "You're going to sit still and let me take care of this, and then we can talk."<br/><br/>Up close, it was easier to examine his features.  He was handsome enough, for a human, with shaggy brown hair and tawny skin, high cheekbones and a full-lipped, sensitive mouth.  The slotted cybernetics that hid his eyes glowed faintly in the dark cavern, ringed by old scar tissue like ripples on a pond.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>