Niska keeps a palm over the scraping wound, trying very hard not to make eye contract with Brigitte, as though delaying the inevitable will somehow make it easier when it arrives, but she doesn't truly think that's going to help.

Once the journey is done, she feels a bit weaker and she worries that she won't be able to replace the fluid herself, at least, not with the amount of skin she'll need to take up to get there. Eyeing Brigitte, she now needs to make a decision. "I trust you," she says, firmly, more of a weapon than words. "And I need you to help me without doing anything to me."