[ he won't have ever known her showing this much fear, but she still recalls being poisoned by the hand's would-be assassins when they'd invaded their hideout. he'd behaved then like he's behaving now, dropping to her level and taking her into his arms and it makes tears flood her eyes. she turns into his neck before she lets them fall. ]
They opened my wounds. [ her voice is rasping and desperate, trembling as she whispers them into his neck. he can't see the blood, she knows, but she's sure he can smell it, can hear it seeping out through her old wounds. ] The ones that killed me, I woke up and they were bleeding.
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They opened my wounds. [ her voice is rasping and desperate, trembling as she whispers them into his neck. he can't see the blood, she knows, but she's sure he can smell it, can hear it seeping out through her old wounds. ] The ones that killed me, I woke up and they were bleeding.