[ she sucks in a sharp breath when he prods at her wound. or maybe it's because he has hitched up the hem of her dress. she leans forward, getting a look at the injury herself.
it's a long gash up her calf, the skin puckering and curling away from itself. she grimaces. the dog's teeth had torn flesh, not just dug into it. ]
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it's a long gash up her calf, the skin puckering and curling away from itself. she grimaces. the dog's teeth had torn flesh, not just dug into it. ]
You're wasting your time on me.