[it starts as a wince as the brain chemicals start to burn off and she's coming back to the dark reality of their world. by the time kainé has cleaned and dressed the wound and the only blood left around it is what had seeped through the cloth and onto anna's hand, it's a little better—but it also hurts much more clearly. she tries to sit up and barely gets an inch before she can feel her muscles contract and spasm and she rests her head back down on the couch. her eye closes; she swears.]

You're good at this. [yeah, no shit. usually those words would be full of gratitude, but everything sounds so strained right now. like it's a struggle. her fingers gently touch kainé's handiwork just to feel what she'd done, but it takes maybe half a second for her to recoil at the slightest additional pressure.] Still hurts like a motherfucker, though. Christ.

[she tries to relax her body, and it's definitely not a complete or clean motion when she does. her arms are tense, her shoulders drawn up, and there's still that grimace on her face as she looks towards where she expects her girlfriend to be.]

I never got the thing that did this to me. I can't just sit here and wait for this to heal up, K. Not while people are in danger.