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Date: 2012-03-19 07:43 am (UTC)
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[she hears the words, even if she doesn't hear the soft sound before them, and she looked up, shielding her gaze with one hand.

Her eyes widened just slightly when they landed on the wounded man, darting from his hangdog expression to the stitches and the tell-tale remnants of new-feather clothing. There was a terrible bruise forming on his jaw, cuts and abrasions from a recent fist fight...and bruises in the shape of fingers at his throat.

She wasn't a doctor, but she'd seen enough of this on the street to guess at what had happened to him...and not that long ago. Everything about this was fresh.]


Oh-

Oh god. Are you alright? [it was a ridiculous question, really. He obviously wasn't. But where her initial words failed her, her body language didn't. In an instant, everything about her stance changed.

Her hands went wide and open at her sides, fully visible. Her shoulders relaxed and--after the initial shock--her blue eyes settled on his. Everything about her diminished what little threat she might have been...not that she'd really have posed much of one, being barely over 5'0".]


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