Kat was a proud young woman. She wouldn't accept help easily. But this was not the first time Logan had seen her get on Saskia's bad side in the year since he had joined the Delight's crew. She would have to learn to accept help sooner or later and it might be time someone forced the issue. "Don't be afraid to cry. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts... Old Hopi saying." Kat knew of his spiritual side. She had asked him about it not long after he joined the crew, curious about the omnipresence of the two trinkets about his neck.
When they reached Kat's room, Logan let her open the door and turn on the lights. He went straight for the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cold water. Kat sat on the bed and he sat beside her, using the cloth to clean the dried blood, tears and smudged makeup from her face. He said nothing, simply cleaned her up and held the cold rag to her face a moment to help the swelling go down.
There was a certain tranquility to his presence. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, but that was only because he was so good at hiding it. In this moment, he was focused only on helping the young woman beside him. He made no comments, offered no further words beyond the earlier pearl of wisdom in the halls, voiced no judgments. He was simply there, doing what he said he would do. He didn't even ask how it happened. It wasn't his way to force people to talk. He simply remained quiet and let them banish the silence if it bothered them. As far as Logan was concerned, silence was just the rests between melodies.
When they reached Kat's room, Logan let her open the door and turn on the lights. He went straight for the bathroom and ran a washcloth under cold water. Kat sat on the bed and he sat beside her, using the cloth to clean the dried blood, tears and smudged makeup from her face. He said nothing, simply cleaned her up and held the cold rag to her face a moment to help the swelling go down.
There was a certain tranquility to his presence. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, but that was only because he was so good at hiding it. In this moment, he was focused only on helping the young woman beside him. He made no comments, offered no further words beyond the earlier pearl of wisdom in the halls, voiced no judgments. He was simply there, doing what he said he would do. He didn't even ask how it happened. It wasn't his way to force people to talk. He simply remained quiet and let them banish the silence if it bothered them. As far as Logan was concerned, silence was just the rests between melodies.