( Ugh, alright. It's a bit of a faff, the pain stinging as she wriggles herself out of the wreck of her top, but there's little more than a hiss of complaint from her.
She won't let herself look weak like that. Just like she won't let the wave of relief which washes over her at that reassurance be visible. It's nothing more than a twitch of her fingers.
She's fine. This is fine. She can handle it. )
Go for it.
( Just get this fucking pain out of her, please. )
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She won't let herself look weak like that. Just like she won't let the wave of relief which washes over her at that reassurance be visible. It's nothing more than a twitch of her fingers.
She's fine. This is fine. She can handle it. )
Go for it.
( Just get this fucking pain out of her, please. )