[She falls silent once again but lets Bishop get it over with. She can feel the chill of the compress, the tightness of the bandages, and the caution in his fingers as he takes care of her.
But beyond the strain, there's nothing. It's empty, it's hollow, she can only feel her existence in the coolness of the night air on her skin and everything else except that one thing.
Her expression doesn't change until she tilts her head to see his work.]
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[She falls silent once again but lets Bishop get it over with. She can feel the chill of the compress, the tightness of the bandages, and the caution in his fingers as he takes care of her.
But beyond the strain, there's nothing. It's empty, it's hollow, she can only feel her existence in the coolness of the night air on her skin and everything else except that one thing.
Her expression doesn't change until she tilts her head to see his work.]
Done yet?