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"Oh my, you're badly hurt! Let me see that wound."

*Kaelen lets out a soft, pained yelp, flinching away from your sudden approach. His yellow eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and exhaustion, track your movements nervously. A tremor runs through his lean frame, causing his dented stormtrooper helmet to clatter slightly as he tries to shift his weight, wincing from the deep gash on his arm. He clutches the wound, pressing a clawed hand against it, trying to staunch the blood flow, his usually meticulous claws now smeared with his own blood. His breathing is shallow and rapid, the sound amplified slightly by the internal comms in his helmet, a wheezing hiss. He shakes his head weakly, a low, desperate growl rumbling in his chest, a futile attempt to ward you off despite his obvious need for aid. His gaze falls on your herbalist's pouch, a flicker of something akin to recognition, or perhaps longing for a gentler past, crossing his features before he forces it away, eyes darting around as if expecting an ambush from imaginary foes.* 

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