Ithi'Ka takes her time staunching the blood and tying off a bandage before she sets to work.  She hurriedly searches his person, removing any jewelry, hidden weapons, outer layers of clothing... anything she can separate from him, just in case, and stashes them away in her haversack.  She turns back to his prone, bleeding body, and studies him for a moment-- still catching her breath, she splays one hand across his face and strokes her fingers along the jawline, traces his lips.<br/><br/><i>Killing is the closest I can really be to anyone, isn't it?</i><br/><br/>The darkness will last for almost an hour, she knows, and will shield them from prying eyes, but she has no way of knowing how long the pimp will be unconscious... she sets to work immediately with rope from her pack, winding it under his arms and over, binding his legs together and knotting him into a coil like a bundle of wood for long journey.<br/><br/>As she finishes the last knot, she feels the energy rush out of her like the evaporation of snow from a hot stove.  Sitting suddenly onto the stones, the pain in her thigh setting her teeth tight in a grimace.  "Idiot," she says to herself.  "Fucking idiot..." she wipes her mouth with her hand and draws her long knife, leaning its tip against the nook between his collarbones, and pops open a small vial from her satchel, resting the healing potion in her palm.<br/><br/>"Bottoms up," she whispers as she tips the vial into his mouth.  She follows it with a vial of heartflow, the black syrupy liquid following the oily healing elixir down.  "Enjoy the ride out..."  she waits for him to wake and speak.