[She's so close that she notices every micro-shift in his expression, every little intake of breath, and—]
Oh. No, it's okay. It's not bleeding or anything, just a little sore.
[Her hands squeeze at his shoulders, her breath picking up just a touch, and she's so stuck in whatever world this is that she doesn't notice the rustling of leaves or the sound of footsteps coming closer.]
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Oh. No, it's okay. It's not bleeding or anything, just a little sore.
[Her hands squeeze at his shoulders, her breath picking up just a touch, and she's so stuck in whatever world this is that she doesn't notice the rustling of leaves or the sound of footsteps coming closer.]
Soaking in the water should soothe it enough.