Maven wanted to point out that it's a whole other matter when the stitches are on your own body, but she let it lie. Besides, she had other tasks to do.

She made her way to the living room, putting the medical supplies away. She kept them in a cabinet near the front door in case of any such emergency where she has to grab something and race out of the house.

There was still blood on the floor. There were some unused towels she could use for that. First, she reached over and picked up the Socialite's bag to relocate it away from the bloody couch.