[ That smile rends her heart, bringing with it a sense of urgency that quickens her pace. As she makes it to Zagreus's side, she crouches down next to him. She isn't in nearly as bad of shape; a shallow gash near her right temple stains her hairline crimson and her cheekbone looks a little swollen. Coupled with a busted lip on the same side, he can make some educated guesses of what might have happened. ]
Don't worry about me, I've had way worse. [ Liar.
Carefully reaching up to comb his hair out of his face, she looks for any clear injuries. Sorry Zagreus, she's normally a lot better about respecting personal boundaries, but desperate times. ]
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Don't worry about me, I've had way worse. [ Liar.
Carefully reaching up to comb his hair out of his face, she looks for any clear injuries. Sorry Zagreus, she's normally a lot better about respecting personal boundaries, but desperate times. ]
I didn't. Can you tell me? Do you remember?