[She brings her hand up to her forehead, fingers brushing against the wound. She doesn't flinch this time, since she expects it, but she does make a small face at the feeling of the blood.]
...I'm okay. There are others who are hurt more badly than I am.
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[She brings her hand up to her forehead, fingers brushing against the wound. She doesn't flinch this time, since she expects it, but she does make a small face at the feeling of the blood.]
...I'm okay. There are others who are hurt more badly than I am.