[It’s over, and yet for a moment or two afterward she can’t seem to shake the angry, feral feeling stirring in her chest as she stares down at the beastly corpse.
A tugging at her coat has her gaze snapping to its source with abrupt swiftness and she has to blink clarity into her eyes before she can realize—right. The boy, the one she had leapt into this to protect. The one who seems unsteady but still eager to get back on the move.
She allows him to tug her along, offering a hand under his arm to help steady him as he stumbles. And notices the the blood dripping from one of his palms from that makeshift glass dagger.]
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A tugging at her coat has her gaze snapping to its source with abrupt swiftness and she has to blink clarity into her eyes before she can realize—right. The boy, the one she had leapt into this to protect. The one who seems unsteady but still eager to get back on the move.
She allows him to tug her along, offering a hand under his arm to help steady him as he stumbles. And notices the the blood dripping from one of his palms from that makeshift glass dagger.]
You’re hurt.