The Jedi's brow furrowed beneath the untidy fringe of his hair as he studied Procion's injuries, and then he tucked the bloodstained gauze back into the sterile pack before pulling out another square of gauze, this one dry.  The tube of kolto he plucked out next was a hypo, clearly intended for injection, but with strong fingers he snapped off the end of the tube and poured the glistening fluid onto the gauze before patting it gently against the gashes.<br/><br/>"You'll have scars from this," he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting in a wry twitch.  "Scars and a story."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>