They stood shoulder-to-shoulder at a long sink with a bluish mirror set above it, in a tidy bright room; it was silent except for the sound of the water as Hawk rinsed his hand.

The door to one side of the sink slid open and Dina appeared, holding a closed basket. Teige and Hawk glanced over, both worse for the wear--Hawk looked disoriented, squinting in the light, and Teige held a cloth pinched around his sliced ear with a blank expression on his face. Dina offered the basket.

"Here's our med kit," they said. "And Moth is still looking for, er...the rest of your ear."

"Oh. Okay," Teige said hollowly. "T'anks."

"Uh, sorry for the trouble," Hawk added, as he reached past Teige to take the basket. Dina waved dismissively as they exited again.

"Eh. Come up to the front and have some soup when you're finished."

A brief silence fell again as Hawk rustled through the basket. Teige returned to staring unseeingly into the blue mirror, as Hawk muttered, "Which one a' these is the dis'nfect'nt...?