[She quiet for a long moment, teeth worrying at her lip as she tries to decide whether or not he's telling the truth. But then she nods, easing herself back to where she was sitting. With that little outburst out of the way, the pain seeps back into focus. Throwing herself at him like that came with a price.]
It's not that bad, right?
[Her fingers move to the clawmarks at her throat.]
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It's not that bad, right?
[Her fingers move to the clawmarks at her throat.]