However, it is the last thing on your think pan at the moment.
You're by Rose's side in an instant, dropping to your knees and gripping her by the shoulders. You're sure that you would be breathing hard and fast, if you breathed.
"Well, that did not go quite optimally," Rose mutters, her eyes shut tight. She raises a hand to the brilliant purple bruise beginning to stain her face, presses delicate fingertips to it, and hisses sharply, drawing her hand away just as quickly. "Incidentally, Kanaya, there's no need to fret over me. I'm really quite all right."
"Yes, this is clearly evidenced by your present position on the floor and the expressions of pain you are attempting and rather miserably failing to hide," you can't resist saying. "And I am sorry."
"What for? I was the one who told you to hit me."
"For some reason which I am sure makes perfect sense in this or any universe, and if anyone were to know that for a fact, I'm sure it would be us..." You trail off.
A thin trickle of blood is making its way down Rose's chin. She sits up and spits out some more, painting the floor in painfully bright red. She wipes her mouth and even more comes away on her pale knuckles. It nearly seems to glow.
It occurs to you that you haven't had even a sip of blood all night.
> Kanaya: Proceed to fuss. (FILL: TEAM JOHN<3ROSE)
However, it is the last thing on your think pan at the moment.
You're by Rose's side in an instant, dropping to your knees and gripping her by the shoulders. You're sure that you would be breathing hard and fast, if you breathed.
"Well, that did not go quite optimally," Rose mutters, her eyes shut tight. She raises a hand to the brilliant purple bruise beginning to stain her face, presses delicate fingertips to it, and hisses sharply, drawing her hand away just as quickly. "Incidentally, Kanaya, there's no need to fret over me. I'm really quite all right."
"Yes, this is clearly evidenced by your present position on the floor and the expressions of pain you are attempting and rather miserably failing to hide," you can't resist saying. "And I am sorry."
"What for? I was the one who told you to hit me."
"For some reason which I am sure makes perfect sense in this or any universe, and if anyone were to know that for a fact, I'm sure it would be us..." You trail off.
A thin trickle of blood is making its way down Rose's chin. She sits up and spits out some more, painting the floor in painfully bright red. She wipes her mouth and even more comes away on her pale knuckles. It nearly seems to glow.
It occurs to you that you haven't had even a sip of blood all night.
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