[Kyna holds her arm out, resists the urge to roll her eyes. How much blood is he going to get off of her by gently pouring water over the wound? Probably not much.

She feels backed into a corner here, like they're both playing these stupid games around the elephant in the room, so as she watches him, she steels herself. Fuck it.]

You know, it usually takes more for me to ghost people. Was it the earthquake that did it? Or was it that dream you said you can't remember?