"that’s good——" can’t help himself in returning the assessment of her form, eyes carefully moving from shoulders, to arms, down to legs .. when finding nothing out of sort his gaze once more returns to her own,
ᅠ “no,” a quick look down at her own person. seen better days, but she’s fine. “no, i’m okay.”
ᅠ blue hues flicker over to him, sweeping his frame. is his shoulder bandaged up? is he bitten there? “what about you? what happened?”
ᅠ