[He'll likely notice her jaw go tight with slight offense, like she's preparing to tell him off for trying to baby her before she glances down the opposite hall and decides against it. The sigh out of her nose is softer this time, but its there all the same as she turns to follow Toreth toward his room.
The charade is over, so its not difficult to see her swollen wrist and her torn and bloody sleeve once they're walking together. The blood doesn't seem to be her's at first glance, at least.]
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The charade is over, so its not difficult to see her swollen wrist and her torn and bloody sleeve once they're walking together. The blood doesn't seem to be her's at first glance, at least.]
Why are you even awake?