[That one word escapes her under her breath, as she stares at him for more reasons than just threat assessment. It'd...almost be cute, in a kind of uncomfortable sort of way, if it weren't for the fact that he's so clearly repulsed by what's happened to him that it feels sort of awful to think of it as anything but the horror it is.]
...Hi.
[She wonders if there's black fur on the inside of his wrist. Then she immediately hates herself for wondering that, and silently slaps the idea right out of her own mind.]
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[That one word escapes her under her breath, as she stares at him for more reasons than just threat assessment. It'd...almost be cute, in a kind of uncomfortable sort of way, if it weren't for the fact that he's so clearly repulsed by what's happened to him that it feels sort of awful to think of it as anything but the horror it is.]
...Hi.
[She wonders if there's black fur on the inside of his wrist. Then she immediately hates herself for wondering that, and silently slaps the idea right out of her own mind.]
Does...does it hurt?