"Ah, shit," says Gideon, immediately. She doesn't wait for Tally to take her hand, this time, just hauls her up by the arm and cups the side of her face, turning her to see how bad it is. It's hard to tell, with the blood covering it, so she casts around for something to clear it with, and comes up with one of the cloths she uses to clean and oil her sword—clean, thankfully, and tucked in one of the pouches at her belt.
She'd been distracted by all this—Ninth talk. What was she even teaching, here? How to bust your chin open on a hard floor? "Sorry," she mutters, gently blotting at the split in Tally's skin. "This is—there are probably better ways to get at the basics."
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Date: 2024-03-01 03:43 pm (UTC)She'd been distracted by all this—Ninth talk. What was she even teaching, here? How to bust your chin open on a hard floor? "Sorry," she mutters, gently blotting at the split in Tally's skin. "This is—there are probably better ways to get at the basics."