[She just peers with those large, black, unblinking eyes.]
I do. [Flatly] But even the best doctor in the world wouldn't be able to help you if they can't see the wound.
[She presses, taking a step forward. Come on mister naked guy, let her see if this is worth sacrificing her tank for. She doesn't touch him this time, but she lifts her hand a little.]
Still, there's not much of a defense for that argument. Cain scowls, even as he allows her access to his arm, revealing the ring of puncture marks. It's clear from how much they're bleeding alone that the wound is deep. Whoever bit him, they did not have ordinary human teeth, but sharp fangs. Stuff of nightmares.]
[Where's she going to get a towel from without going to bother the rabid merrow? Nah, for now he can dangle. She's just going to...ignore that and keep focused on the injury. Ignoring what was just out of sight with his arm in the way.
She examines it, pursing her lips into a thin line. Then she's tutting under her breath and lets go of the arm. He's lucky. Back home she used to just wear her sports bra for training, but because she'd arrived in winter she'd gotten the extra layer. So the tank top is being pulled up and over her head, the antenna standing on end and twitching as the fabric brushes by.
Then she's moving forward again to try and wrap it around. This really is her life now huh?]
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I do. [Flatly] But even the best doctor in the world wouldn't be able to help you if they can't see the wound.
[She presses, taking a step forward. Come on mister naked guy, let her see if this is worth sacrificing her tank for. She doesn't touch him this time, but she lifts her hand a little.]
The fur doesn't help. Show me.
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Still, there's not much of a defense for that argument. Cain scowls, even as he allows her access to his arm, revealing the ring of puncture marks. It's clear from how much they're bleeding alone that the wound is deep. Whoever bit him, they did not have ordinary human teeth, but sharp fangs. Stuff of nightmares.]
Fine.
[Annoyed, resigned, and in pain.]
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She examines it, pursing her lips into a thin line. Then she's tutting under her breath and lets go of the arm. He's lucky. Back home she used to just wear her sports bra for training, but because she'd arrived in winter she'd gotten the extra layer. So the tank top is being pulled up and over her head, the antenna standing on end and twitching as the fabric brushes by.
Then she's moving forward again to try and wrap it around. This really is her life now huh?]