Her hand settles over Ciri's fingers, and though Ciri's attention had already been on her, had caught on her as the first person she saw when she realized there was something wrong, suddenly it's like she can't look away. There is a warmth to the touch, reassurance in the press of Jo's fingers atop hers like a caress, tingling all up her arm. It should feel strange, but it doesn't.
"You're not hurt?" She's still addressing Jo, voice softer now, private. Like she doesn't even hear or notice Dean. Nor anyone else.
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Her hand settles over Ciri's fingers, and though Ciri's attention had already been on her, had caught on her as the first person she saw when she realized there was something wrong, suddenly it's like she can't look away. There is a warmth to the touch, reassurance in the press of Jo's fingers atop hers like a caress, tingling all up her arm. It should feel strange, but it doesn't.
"You're not hurt?" She's still addressing Jo, voice softer now, private. Like she doesn't even hear or notice Dean. Nor anyone else.
"The blood--"