[ Everything hurts in ways she didn't know were possible.
She's conscious, but barely so. Her head is swimming from the impact and the blood loss and god dammit why does everything hurt so much?
Whatever blood was left on her hands when she went flying melted the snow away, washing them clean, and leaving her skin raw and angry red from the burns. The back of her dress is soaked with blood, and she tries to bite back a whimper of pain when he touches her.
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She's conscious, but barely so. Her head is swimming from the impact and the blood loss and god dammit why does everything hurt so much?
Whatever blood was left on her hands when she went flying melted the snow away, washing them clean, and leaving her skin raw and angry red from the burns. The back of her dress is soaked with blood, and she tries to bite back a whimper of pain when he touches her.
Even so, she does her best to smile at him. ]
Ha. Knew you were... capable...