Marion smiles up at him through the thin veil she's wearing over her face. "I scraped my knees." In fact, there is a thin trail of blood sliding down one of her legs that she hasn't yet noticed.
Nor as she noticed that her hand, in her torn glove, is still reasting in his hand.
Before any of that registers, it registers that she's staring at him. Not only that but her response must have sounded... childish. A blush rises quickly to her cheeks.
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Marion smiles up at him through the thin veil she's wearing over her face. "I scraped my knees." In fact, there is a thin trail of blood sliding down one of her legs that she hasn't yet noticed.
Nor as she noticed that her hand, in her torn glove, is still reasting in his hand.
Before any of that registers, it registers that she's staring at him. Not only that but her response must have sounded... childish. A blush rises quickly to her cheeks.