[the contracts...it's good that they're not discussing those now. Hazel still can't bring herself to think on them for long, lest she spiral into a dark place she's loathe to revisit. instead she tilts her head to the side, some stray locks of hair falling past her face as she contemplates how to phrase this.]

My shit really doesn't heal all the way, but I don't bleed and I can't feel anything. Probably a little more durable than the regular person if you get into the nitty-gritty.

[she waves her own hand, kind of dismissively.]

Still don't fucking bleed, but now I can fucking feel it. What's the use in shit like that?