[ Alina gives a hum of acknowledgment, re-wetting the cloth as the water continues to darken, making a mental note to change that out soon.
There's a silent reminder to herself to not repetitively apologize, Mal's voice somewhere in the back of her mind telling her that she was doing him the favor here. She grounds herself once he settles, swallowing down anything else trying to bubble out, pressing questions of what happened spiraling with her own guesses. Especially once she reaches his cheek. All self-control goes out the window, concern etching its way back onto her face as her brows knit. ]
You were shot.
[ She didn't mean to say it out loud, clearly aware that he had to know what happened. Didn't need her stating it back in his face. Clearing her throat, she attempts to gloss over her lack of tact. ]
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There's a silent reminder to herself to not repetitively apologize, Mal's voice somewhere in the back of her mind telling her that she was doing him the favor here. She grounds herself once he settles, swallowing down anything else trying to bubble out, pressing questions of what happened spiraling with her own guesses. Especially once she reaches his cheek. All self-control goes out the window, concern etching its way back onto her face as her brows knit. ]
You were shot.
[ She didn't mean to say it out loud, clearly aware that he had to know what happened. Didn't need her stating it back in his face. Clearing her throat, she attempts to gloss over her lack of tact. ]
Are you injured anywhere else?