[ If she'd seen him scrubbing at the blood, she would have simply offered to help. Goodness knows she'd done it herself enough times. Blood isn't water, it's thick and sticky and stains everything it touches. But all she sees are the faint traces of his attempt, though at the moment she's more concerned with seeing the proof of their efforts.
That smile isn't a bad reward, either. She hopes she can see it more often. ]
It's fine, see?
[ She tugs off her glove again and pulls up her sleeve. There's a slight smear of red from the blood, but beneath it her skin has healed perfectly. It's not even tender. ]
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That smile isn't a bad reward, either. She hopes she can see it more often. ]
It's fine, see?
[ She tugs off her glove again and pulls up her sleeve. There's a slight smear of red from the blood, but beneath it her skin has healed perfectly. It's not even tender. ]