[Everything comes through on a gasp, and she does flinch under his grip, every muscle in her leg pulling tight when he grabs it, and for a moment, there's a chill that shoots through—the same kind that had when his claw had dug into it as that memory shoves its way to the forefront.
Even still, her hand reaches for his, wrapping over it, her fingers slotting in between his, and she's quiet for a while before she finally answers. Slowly.]
... Those claws. When they grabbed me, they...might have done it a little too hard.
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[Everything comes through on a gasp, and she does flinch under his grip, every muscle in her leg pulling tight when he grabs it, and for a moment, there's a chill that shoots through—the same kind that had when his claw had dug into it as that memory shoves its way to the forefront.
Even still, her hand reaches for his, wrapping over it, her fingers slotting in between his, and she's quiet for a while before she finally answers. Slowly.]
... Those claws. When they grabbed me, they...might have done it a little too hard.
[Well, he can see it for himself, really.]
I promise I'll be fine, though.