The healer walked over, her paws silent but her leather satchel bouncing and clanking. Her four eyes focused on the buried knife, blatantly curious how he acquired the wound, but not enough to ask outright. "Try not to move, I'll remove it, " she spoke, her smaller pair of eyes drifting from Owen to the scarred dragon. Admittedly, she started relying on his fire more than she wanted to admit. Much more. But the benefits of flames came in many different sections of healing, and she wasn't one to pass up an advantage to heal her patients. "I'm going to need it heated up. I think the best shot of preventing blood loss is to stick it back in once the knife is hot enough to carterize the veins. How long will it take to heat it?" she asked the privateer, her voice oddly distant and sounding cold. Her mind was still planning the execution of the plan - such as debating with herself whether she ought to stitch the wound opening or try and let it heal on its own.

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Luca was petty. It was clear in the many things he did, from his snide remarks to his vengeful little jabs. It was clear in the way he would purposely give stale sweets to people he disliked under the guise of kindness, in the way that he spread rumours, but most of all it was clear in the smirk he wore as he came upon the injured form of someone he bore a grudge against. The pain of a serrated knife was nothing when compared to that of being eaten alive, and Luca made it clear that he held no sympathy in his body as he trotted closer to get a better look. "Aw, poor baby," he cooed, eyeing the bloody wound. "Guess I'm not the only one out to getcha." Was it shady to admit that he was lusting for the blood of a clanmate? Probably, but surely anyone present at the raid on the Ascendants would understand.

He moved to hover beside Rosemary, her plan causing his eyes to flash slightly. Cauterising wounds was probably one of the most painful things ever; exactly the sort of plan he'd expect from a closet sadist. "It won't take long at all if we both heat it," Luca said, revealing that he did intend to help despite his attitude. Steam puffed from between his lips as he talked, a side effect of the fire inside him as he started to build up the heat. "Luci and I make a great team." He shot his adopted brother a toothy grin, pink flames licking up from the bottom of his paws.

He's sure he's seen Owen at least a couple of times, likely around the time he first joined The Typhoon. Bakugou scrunches his nose. Just how many weeks has it been anyway? It seems like time has a way of being fluid, tricky to properly grasp with both paws. Seeing the german shepherd doesn't quite make the male feel any comfortable, seeing the way the knife would stuck against his shoulder reminded him of Kirishima's rather brutal injuries. It only reminded him to look after his friend better. That being said, Bakugou was slightly amused by the exchange of dialogue occurring between the canine and the hellhound, gaze flickering in curiosity. He isn't sure whose side he intends to be on. Naturally, he'd go against Luca because he thought it was funny - there is almost nothing more entertaining than to try and upset The Typhoon's pretty boy. But Bakugou isn't going to side with a stranger, a member of The Typhoon he has never really gotten to know. "'Damn' and 'hellhound' sounds pretty redundant when put together."