[She watches him stitch for a bit, because all those huge, intense emotions are starting to fade away, leaving her feeling just... drained. Exhausted. Maybe the blood loss isn't helping much with that, either.
But she can't just leave it here. She needs to ask, so, quietly, ignoring the vulnerability that creeps into her voice:]
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But she can't just leave it here. She needs to ask, so, quietly, ignoring the vulnerability that creeps into her voice:]
Are we... you know. Okay?