[DON'T FEEL BAD, PHOENIX. Heather's not trying to scold, she's just... snippy.]
[She leans back as he gets up, resting (or bracing?) her back against the back of the couch while she weathers the burn of the disinfectant on her wounds. Teeth gritted, she nods a little.]
Be best in a pack, yeah... th'skin's busted pretty bad but the swelling's what kills...
[And of course she means that in a purely figurative sense... not literal. Thankfully.]
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[She leans back as he gets up, resting (or bracing?) her back against the back of the couch while she weathers the burn of the disinfectant on her wounds. Teeth gritted, she nods a little.]
Be best in a pack, yeah... th'skin's busted pretty bad but the swelling's what kills...
[And of course she means that in a purely figurative sense... not literal. Thankfully.]