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[kievduchess]

This wou-

[A hiss, the soft squelch of blood, gritting teeth and a voice tinged with fury and bitterness]

Endre, you son of a-

[fumbling, a glass shattering, and the communicator being thrown violently before it shatters and the signal cuts off]

[ooc; tempting to have her redo her nice burns from the Empire, but here we have her own reflected

Comments

[mirka_fortuna]

Astaroth, what...

[kievduchess]

All the blood-

[mirka_fortuna]

...

We will stop the bleeding as best we can and then take you to the hospital as quickly as possible.

[kievduchess]

I don't know if I can take the smell-

Yes.