There was a wary look at the boluses, nothing like medical care in the world she was used to, but she wasn't in much shape to refuse. She'd tried roasted kuaka on Cetus, how bad could this be? Even so, she made a face as she tried to swallow them as quickly as possible without tasting them.

"S'it that bad?" She didn't really need to ask but it was an odd comfort before she started undoing all the fastenings for her shirt. There was definite muscle tone under it but more noticeable, of course, was the blood and ink black tendrils that surrounded a relatively new scar.