[She's glad for no fuss, despite his earlier comment about the sacrificial play. It's born out of selfishness, really. A quiet desire to not see another's blood, no matter how little, so soon after tearing through lives.
It's easy to take the shard in the fingertips of one hand and hold out her opposite palm, though she does pause at his advice, brows lifting.]
What, you don't want more work to do?
[It's advice she follows, slicing a long, thin line down her palm in one quick motion.]
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It's easy to take the shard in the fingertips of one hand and hold out her opposite palm, though she does pause at his advice, brows lifting.]
What, you don't want more work to do?
[It's advice she follows, slicing a long, thin line down her palm in one quick motion.]