#(Here's to their first interaction! Hopefully it's tons better than all the interactions Aspros has with women--)

[arcgeminga]

Kurda was helping the nurses treat the wounded saints and villagers. As he was bringing the bucket of water towards one of the injured, he noticed a saint in gold armour standing nearby one of the tents. Was the man injured or wanting to go inside? As he walked closer, he could smell and see that the man was only lightly injured. He had no serious injuries which was good. “Hi, there is no need to be shy. You can come in and one of the nurses or myself can treat your wounds for you.” (Kurda to Aspros)

♕┊ It was customary to bump into a few Specters on the job -- or monstrosities. He was lucky to be in the area when he saw a fleet of Bronze saints struggling against such mythological horrors. Ogres. The ill-qualified squadron was struggling to protect a small village from those monstrosities -- and it would have looked terrible on Aspros' reputation if he complied with his urge to abandon them all to ruin.

He did get injured. Although his Cloth was designed to take a lot of the force, his body wasn't completely protected. Although, one could say that the Gemini Cloth was the most protective of all Gold Cloths. But his injury was rather superficial, in his opinion. If he didn't have to go to Kanon Island to recover, then he didn't need medical aid.

Aspros was outside of one of these hospital tents. He peered through the opening to check on how the other Saints were being treated.

That's when his eyes caught the sight of a doctor bringing his patient a cup of whisky. And, immediately, Aspros' mood worsened. If there was one thing that Aspros couldn't stand, it was drugs. Specifically, laudanum.

But before he could dwell on his distaste, someone approached him. The person had long blond hair, blue eyes, and three marks under his left eye. It didn't take a genius to know that this person was a volunteer -- perhaps a person from the nearby village who wanted to help the hurt.

♕┊ "No," Aspros tried to sound polite, but he wasn't sure if his voice was light enough. If he did end up coming off as rude, he can always blame his head injury. It was a pretty annoying throbbing on the left side... "It's only a light injury that can be recovered from in a couple of days. My fault for neglecting my helm. You don't have to be concerned."