"I will, thanks," she promises...and then sets about her messy business.
He'd probably seen glimpses of the claw rips that had been hidden by clothing before. One out of her hip, one in the center of her chest, and the nastiest down her back just narrowly missing the spine, in addition to the cris-crossing on her arms and legs. They've all knitting together quickly enough that the most minor are only angry red lines now, but she'll need to re-wrap her back at the very least.
She carefully removes the clumsy bandages after a few minutes, then gently starts rubbing at the dried blood. It feels better already...but then she pulls her hair over her shoulder, determined to deal with that mess.
"How're you feeling?" she asks him after a few minutes.
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He'd probably seen glimpses of the claw rips that had been hidden by clothing before. One out of her hip, one in the center of her chest, and the nastiest down her back just narrowly missing the spine, in addition to the cris-crossing on her arms and legs. They've all knitting together quickly enough that the most minor are only angry red lines now, but she'll need to re-wrap her back at the very least.
She carefully removes the clumsy bandages after a few minutes, then gently starts rubbing at the dried blood. It feels better already...but then she pulls her hair over her shoulder, determined to deal with that mess.
"How're you feeling?" she asks him after a few minutes.