[ willa doesn't say anything, no platitudes, only an unhappy hum. tragedy doesn't need comment. ]
You can heal, [ she deduces. his knuckles were bruised when she healed him but there weren't any open wounds and he's just shown her that the blades slice open his knuckles, bloodless. it must be what kept his body from fighting off the metal, what allowed him to survive the "upgrade"
her mouth pinches, even as she reaches out to carefully trace her first finger up the top of one of the blades, brushing her fingers against his knuckles, tracing the path across the back of his hand and down his arm where the claws must rest when they're not extended. ]
Does it hurt? [ curious, she's not asking as a healer, but because she thinks it would be cruel to ask him to extend them again so she can feel it if it brings him pain. ]
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You can heal, [ she deduces. his knuckles were bruised when she healed him but there weren't any open wounds and he's just shown her that the blades slice open his knuckles, bloodless. it must be what kept his body from fighting off the metal, what allowed him to survive the "upgrade"
her mouth pinches, even as she reaches out to carefully trace her first finger up the top of one of the blades, brushing her fingers against his knuckles, tracing the path across the back of his hand and down his arm where the claws must rest when they're not extended. ]
Does it hurt? [ curious, she's not asking as a healer, but because she thinks it would be cruel to ask him to extend them again so she can feel it if it brings him pain. ]