Phi tapped on her forearm impatiently, a bit perturbed that Ephy ended the argument, but she respected her decision, "I concur. Best not to continue."
Arche sighed with relief, glad that he wouldn't have to potentially pull Phi away from a fight. However, from what he remembers about her, as well as his time spent with her right now, she probably wouldn't let it get too far. She's one of the more calm people he's met, although he did see a bit of bloodlust within her when she was arguing. Perhaps she's just good at hiding it.
He reached into the compartment and took out the first-aid kit. He removed the torn cloth from Phi's shoulder and opened the kit.
"What are you doing?" Phi asked.
"Well, what do you think? I'm gonna take care of that shoulder of yours," He responded.
"Thank you, but I can take care of myself," She insisted.
"I'm sure you can, but with the angle of the wound, it's gonna be difficult to patch up by yourself," He said as he took some peroxide and other disinfecting medicine, pouring some of it onto a fairly large patch of absorbent cotton.
Arche edged the cotton towards her wound, "Okay, this is gonna hurt a lot. If the pain gets to be too much, tell me to stop," he warned.
Phi tsk'd, "I'm not a child. I'll live."
"Don't say I didn't warn you..." He pressed the soaked cotton patch on her shoulder.
"Nnngnghh...ughn..fffffff....aeghhhrhgghh... Eeeeeep!" Phi made a sudden high-pitched "squeak" sound.
Arche simply stared at her, "Did... Did you just squeak?" He looked as if he was about to laugh.
"Yeah, I think she squeaked," Asch nodded.
"Definitely a squeak," Fugo added.
"I-I did no such thing! Y-you must have heard s-s-something else!!" Phi blurted out, turning red.
"Sure thing..." Arche continued to rub the cotton patch on her shoulder with a small grin on his face.
"I see you smiling!" Her face still red.
After, he placed a clean piece of cotton on her wound and wrapped adhesive gauze around her shoulder.