[at his words, his movement, she glances, and then sighs a tiny bit when she straightens up.]
...You really have no idea of the situation you're in, do you?
[there's something like finely carved ice in her words, her expression as she turns away. posture as straight as iron as she pulls the tray closer to herself. he doesn't understand at all, and were she a worse person, she could send him away with no help. let him sit as infection no doubt comes in. but she's benevolent, and so she has another course of action in mind.
looking back at him, she has neither needle nor bandage in mind, but a scalpel. before he can protest, she's moved and cut all of the stitches, fully reopening the wound and cutting just a hair deeper in the process. not to the extent that it was, not the deadly blood loss, but it's still going to bleed. it's still going to sting and ache. and from where she stands, she simply looks, and watches, and does nothing to help him. not yet.]
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...You really have no idea of the situation you're in, do you?
[there's something like finely carved ice in her words, her expression as she turns away. posture as straight as iron as she pulls the tray closer to herself. he doesn't understand at all, and were she a worse person, she could send him away with no help. let him sit as infection no doubt comes in. but she's benevolent, and so she has another course of action in mind.
looking back at him, she has neither needle nor bandage in mind, but a scalpel. before he can protest, she's moved and cut all of the stitches, fully reopening the wound and cutting just a hair deeper in the process. not to the extent that it was, not the deadly blood loss, but it's still going to bleed. it's still going to sting and ache. and from where she stands, she simply looks, and watches, and does nothing to help him. not yet.]