[Kyna bites her lip as she pushes his sleeve up gently, careful not to trigger the empathy bond.
It could have been worse. It was a clumsy stab, borne more out of emotion than skill, but... still. She lets out a quiet, frustrated noise, then pulls back to unzip her jacket, clumsy with one hand.]
Can you help me rip this?
[She tugs at the hem of her shirt. Part of it is bloody, but enough of it is clean enough to work as a bandage, she thinks.]
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It could have been worse. It was a clumsy stab, borne more out of emotion than skill, but... still. She lets out a quiet, frustrated noise, then pulls back to unzip her jacket, clumsy with one hand.]
Can you help me rip this?
[She tugs at the hem of her shirt. Part of it is bloody, but enough of it is clean enough to work as a bandage, she thinks.]