[Oh, she can hear it alright. Feel it digging into her skin and her bones, but Benedikta ignores it all as she sits down behind him.
And says nothing as she looks over his back... over his skin, the wound, his muscles, the scars that she had grown so accustomed with in the past. Everything that she had memorized... and then... others that she didn't.
Particularly, the one on his lower right side. It looks fresh, new, and deep, and it's a good thing that she's sitting behind him else he might have seen the way that her throat tightens at the sight, as if he didn't have a worse one waiting to be tended to.]
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And says nothing as she looks over his back... over his skin, the wound, his muscles, the scars that she had grown so accustomed with in the past. Everything that she had memorized... and then... others that she didn't.
Particularly, the one on his lower right side. It looks fresh, new, and deep, and it's a good thing that she's sitting behind him else he might have seen the way that her throat tightens at the sight, as if he didn't have a worse one waiting to be tended to.]
... Where is that one from?