[ She can't help looking just a little alarmed, and almost makes to stop him, but of course it's too late by then. So she settles for leaning in quickly, both hands on his forearm to jerk it toward her for a concerned study.
Only, he's right. No blood. She frowns, prodding cautiously at the skin to either side, like maybe the veins just hadn't gotten the message yet and would start gushing at any moment. Eventually she glances up again. ]
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Only, he's right. No blood. She frowns, prodding cautiously at the skin to either side, like maybe the veins just hadn't gotten the message yet and would start gushing at any moment. Eventually she glances up again. ]
Will it fix? [ a pause, she amends: ] Heal?