[ She winces slightly, gasping at the sudden grab. She should have expected it, a stranger touching him after everything, but he'd also asked for help. She hadn't thought to ask or voice her intentions, not a healer. Not even remotely skilled enough socially to think to communicate clearly. Not when she was intent on just keeping her voice even.
Alina lets him process what's happening, everything in her stilling -- ready to either run or defend herself. ]
Sorry. [ She pulls back when he lets her wrist go, rinsing out the cloth -- turning the water to a pinkish hue before she moves back in. Though, this time a bit more cautious. ]
Not sure. Just arrived myself.
[ She moves the cloth a bit lower on his face to clean off a bit more blood, already wincing in anticipation. ] This might hurt, sorry.
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Alina lets him process what's happening, everything in her stilling -- ready to either run or defend herself. ]
Sorry. [ She pulls back when he lets her wrist go, rinsing out the cloth -- turning the water to a pinkish hue before she moves back in. Though, this time a bit more cautious. ]
Not sure. Just arrived myself.
[ She moves the cloth a bit lower on his face to clean off a bit more blood, already wincing in anticipation. ] This might hurt, sorry.