Makira's head shot up as two warriors marched in, a lanky boy with fluffy hair and strange clothing in their hands, causing her brown hair to bounce. No one had to tell her, she just knew. He is one of them. The sky people.

"Fis op em. Anya gaf in em kiken." [Patch him up. Anya wants him alive.]

The brunette practically lunged at the boy. She removed his jacket and shirt before glaring at the two warriors. "A Java? Em ste nohot." [A spear? He is unarmed.]

One snarled and took a stride towards her. "Chit dula op Yu get in, Fesa? Yu gave up ste a gona seken yu decided gon dilly dally kom bilaik precious herbs." [What do you know, healer? You gave up being a warrior the second you decided to diddly dally with your precious herbs.]

Makira scowled at them as she set to work.  The men stalked off leaving her alone with the injured boy. Her hands carefully threaded the needle as her elbows put pressure on the wound. "Come on, stay with me. It is not your place to die, not until you tell me what space is like. You hear me?"

The sky person let out a whimper in response. Makira pursed her lips slightly as she started to stitch him closed. "I know, sorry about that. I'll give you something for the pain latter."

His eyes fluttered open revealing dark brown irises. She smiled. "So you're awake. A couple more stitches and you should be good to go."

He let out a sound between a groan and a whimper. "W-where am I?"

Makira didn't glance up from her work. "My village. I am not aware of how far your people lie from here nor do I know what my leader plans to do with you. I am merely fulfilling a request. And...done." She moved across the room before returning with a small vile. "Drink. It'll help ease your pain. What is your name, young sky person?"

The boy swallowed harshly. "Jasper. And um...what about you? I mean, you've got a name too, right?"

Makira blinked before answering, her words heavily laced with sarcasm. "No. Why would I need a name?" She thought to herself for a moment, glancing away. "It's Makira, Kira for short. Under no circumstances are you allowed to call me Maki. That is a food and I will not tolerate it."

Jasper raised his hands in an 'I surrender' motion. "Jesus. Okay, I won't call you that."

She nodded curtly. "Good." Her expression softened. " I know this must be a lot for you. Do you require water?"

Jasper nodded the universal sign for yes and she compiled. "This might seem out of the blue, but what was it like up there? In the sky."

He tried to sit up only to be shoved down by Makira. "Surprisingly crowded, like you wouldn't believe. And strict. Every crime is punishable by death if you are eighteen or older."

Her obsidian eyes diverted themselves. "I too know what is like to live under a strict command. My people have a saying, jus drein jus daun. Blood must have blood. If you are viewed as a traitor, you are to be publicly executed. Death by a thousand cuts."

Jasper's eyes widened with panic. "Are they going to kill me?"

Makira glanced down at her blood stained hands as she ran water over them. "It is uncertain. You are my patient, therefore it is my job to protect you to the best of my ability. They'd have to go through me first."