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He nearly winced when he'd finished his question, very aware that it was a wierd to ask a of complete stranger. But he reminded himself that all Bane could do was say no. And perhaps it was just his paranoia plaguing him again. The raven wolf fixed him with that striking blue-eyed stare, and Kansas wondered if he was searching for something in him.



A slight nod preceded Bane's words, and for some reason the Sadira found this very relieving. He wondered what those "worse things" were; perhaps he'd done more with incisions and the like. Maybe he was a healer, like Naniko. Though Bane could have been alluding to many other things, a small smile broke Kansas' uncertain expression. "Great—yes, my right ear. Right here." To show Bane exactly where to put the needle, he rubbed the spot along the outer rim of his ear, between the middle and tip. He had no idea what to expect, but he really wasn't nervous at all.



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