[As soon as his back is turned to her, she finally chances a glance his way, and the way that his clothes and his back are cut up make her stomach turn.
He looks fucking dreadful, just as awful as she feels right now.]
At least tend to your wounds first.
[She keeps her words sharp and her voice sharper as she kicks around some loose leaves scattered about the cove—the wind must have blown them in here, but they are dried up and likely not good for any sort of kindling—but there's the slightest narrow of her eyes before she faces away from him again.]
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He looks fucking dreadful, just as awful as she feels right now.]
At least tend to your wounds first.
[She keeps her words sharp and her voice sharper as she kicks around some loose leaves scattered about the cove—the wind must have blown them in here, but they are dried up and likely not good for any sort of kindling—but there's the slightest narrow of her eyes before she faces away from him again.]