We Don't Want To Anger Morven

[Matías]

Matias steadied himself, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. His jaw was throbbing, a dull, insistent pain that spiked sharply whenever he moved his lips. Anger simmered in his chest, a hot, tight knot that seemed to pulse with his heartbeat. "Commander Vellas,” he began, his voice hoarse, the words laced with a bitter edge, "my 'talents’, as you put it, are very specific, but thus far I am not keen to share it with you. "

He paused, taking a shallow breath that did little to ease the throbbing now flushing his skull, likely a bruise flowering beneath his skin from the force of the punch. "I came here in good faith, under the flag of truce and cooperation, only to be greeted with violence. My feelings about Jay Carpenter are irrelevant; what matters is the lack of control and discipline your soldier displayed."

Matias's eyes flashed with anger, a stark contrast to the calm he attempted to project. "As for my abilities, I am proficient in various aspects of the Power, but I've never had much patience for Healing. It requires a calm and focus that..." He paused, his expression hardening, "that seems ironically lacking in your establishment. Yet if you are offering, I will accept.”

He shifted slightly, suppressing a wince. "However, if you are indeed offering knowledge and cooperation, I am willing to put this... unfortunate incident aside. For now. But make no mistake, Commander, my patience has limits. And my interest in Damien Oakland's achievements in Mexico doesn't extend to enduring assaults."

Matias’s gaze swept over the infirmary, his anger momentarily eclipsed by professional curiosity. The stark, clinical environment was bustling with activity; medical staff moved efficiently from patient to patient, their faces set in concentrated frowns. The smell of antiseptics mingled with the underlying scent of pain and presence of distant Power, creating a strangely comforting atmosphere of order amidst chaos. In one way, he felt very much at home though he could not say why.

Despite his pain and anger, Matias couldn’t help but be impressed by the efficiency and resources at play. "Impressive setup you have here," he conceded grudgingly, his voice still edged with resentment.