Right.....Wrong.....I don't know

Rising tensions

Elma sat down Soobrazitelny on the bed. They had just climbed back to their room, not the one Elma took residence in, after leaving Soyuz and the others. "You sure took a beating there. Should be fine in a few hours though."

"Yeah. We did." Tashkent breathed out. She sat up and away from the Siren before looking at her. "And you." She looked over Elmas clothes and body to see if anything was yellow or in her case blue. "You didn't even get damaged at all."

"I got hit as well. It's just the fact that my wound heal at an insane rate and I am is generally speaking a lot harder to actually damage than you are." Elma reminded the Destroyer. She looked at the bandage they gave Soobrazitelny and saw that it had come a bit off.

Bending down she got back to work of properly applying the bandage to the Destroyer. Tashkent behind her looked absolutely surprised by her doing this as was Soobratzitelny herself.

"Bandaging. Why do you even know how to do that?" Asked Tashkent with anger in her voice, an opinion Elma brushed off without even reating to it. "Did you do some experiments on captured shipgirls?"

Elma sighed again as she worked on the bandage. "No. First aid was included in my training so we didn't capture or torture any of you for me to know this. It's not like our bodies function that differently so I can still do this to even you. Now could you please have a more friendlier tone? You are lucky to be this well after what was fired at us."

"I would still have prefered to be hit by that shell." Said the Destroyer haughtily. Elma simply ignored her whining. She saved her literal life from catastrophic damage. What was she complaining about? Did she want to get hit that much? She could ask for it and Elma would deck her one over but she had other priorities right now.

"God. Tashkent, could you stop your hate for a second." Soobratzitelny said sternly. She had listened to the conversation for a while now and got expectable pissed off of it. "She isn't even that bad so you can trust her like I do."

Saying that made Tashkent snap her head in their direction. Elma herself was actually caught off guard by that. She was used to them saying the exact opposite after all. She quickly finished the bandage, it was sitting properly this time, and the wound had already stopped bleeding.

"Wait, you trust me?" Elma asked back, flabbergasted, as she came back up. "Now that's new."

"I mean, you saved us. I think you are not that bad anymore." Said the Destroyer that sat on the bed. "True. You are still our enemy but you threw yourself into the fire to get us out relatively unharmed. I think that deserves us at least treating you better."

"What are you even saying?" Tashkent said with her mouth wide agape. "That is a Siren. The enemy we have been fighting for years. One that is literally being a parasite to us and me. How could you like her?"

Elma wanted to complain but the door opening stopped her. Soyuz and the rest of the Northern Parliament stepped through the door before closing it. They were carrying some crates they put on the floor and put a few medical supplies they had in their hands on the table. Soyuz grabbed a new roll of bandages out of one of the crates, which she added to her hand, and turned to the others but focussed her look on Elma for a second who stood barely out of the group. Would she not know her comrades, she would believe that the Siren was a shipgirl and one of them from the start.

"Baku wears a lot that actually hides her body. No wonder no one identifies her." Soyuz thought but she cleared her throat. "It also adds to her cute factor which I kind of like. She can charm her way through some meetings if she would desire so. But sadly like Tashkent, her personality is not exactly ideal for that." She looked at the others who stood at attention.