[Her mouth purses. In other scenarios, in other women, this might be something called an indignant scowl. Because of course he's not an idiot, he's absolutely right, and god knows she has a tendency to push herself far past what's sane and healthy.
She could just leave him, of course. He's right, he can't stop her. But the thought of leaving him, teleporting and reopening her wound, only to have to go back to him and whatever smugness he'd have, is intolerable.]
I don't faint.
[She says it stiffly, and doesn't disappear, which is really all the answer he ought to need.]
And don't boss me again. I don't take well to orders.
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She could just leave him, of course. He's right, he can't stop her. But the thought of leaving him, teleporting and reopening her wound, only to have to go back to him and whatever smugness he'd have, is intolerable.]
I don't faint.
[She says it stiffly, and doesn't disappear, which is really all the answer he ought to need.]
And don't boss me again. I don't take well to orders.