[ gamora doesn't bother keeping her voice down or her anger smothered, but the look cassian steals towards that man is the height of subtlety. old instincts: he cuts a brief glance with his eyes, moving his head as little as possible, doesn't stop cleaning her wound as he does. blink and you miss it. he doesn't seem surprised to hear gamora's warning — isn't surprised, in fact. sebastian had very openly introduced himself to cassian as a demon; and whether or not cassian quite believes it, he doesn't take the kind of person who makes an admission like that lightly. could be something, could be nothing. but you don't stay alive by erring on the side of nothing. ]

There'll be a lot of those around here. [ he says quietly, gaze on her wound. once it's been cleaned, he drops the scrap of cloth and picks up the makeshift bandage, refolding it to best wind around her arm. ] And more as time goes on. [ he doesn't recognize her, doesn't seem to have seen her in the time he's been here, so he hazards, ] They say the Oracles have the power to grant either faction's wish. No one's going to take this lightly.