[Seeing him wince, it makes something sharp twist in her heart, and her eyes are watery again, tears threatening to burst free before she blinks them back. She can get a good look at him when she sits up halfway, and though the silver covers up most of the blood, it doesn't cover up what was already stained red, nor have the wounds fully closed.
She removes her arm, her hand instead moving to run over the flesh close to the cuts, and she swallows hard past that lump that's growing in her throat.]
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She removes her arm, her hand instead moving to run over the flesh close to the cuts, and she swallows hard past that lump that's growing in her throat.]
...I'm sorry...