[ she'll pull her jacket off, then gingerly roll up the (loose) sleeves of the long sleeve shirt she's got on. there are bandages rolled around her forearms, but somewhat to her dismay, they are stained with blood. not soaked, merely stained -- but still. they'd done a less thorough job than she'd believed. no wonder they still hurt. there's something a little wounded about her expression, as she looks at the damage done, but she makes a valiant effort to hide it, after a moment. ]
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[ she'll pull her jacket off, then gingerly roll up the (loose) sleeves of the long sleeve shirt she's got on. there are bandages rolled around her forearms, but somewhat to her dismay, they are stained with blood. not soaked, merely stained -- but still. they'd done a less thorough job than she'd believed. no wonder they still hurt. there's something a little wounded about her expression, as she looks at the damage done, but she makes a valiant effort to hide it, after a moment. ]
I've got a cut on my side, too...