[ She does as she's told and gives the interior a quick glance before she goes to wash her wound. It isn't as bad as she thought it'd be—it's not good, but her arm's still intact. Elizabeth traces it with her fingers under running water, not exactly sure if she needs stitches (maybe? canine bites usually do, right?), and pauses when she catches her reflection in the mirror.
She looks sort of awful. She washes her face, breathing in and out slowly, and comes back out—she ends up resting against that long wooden counter, flipping idly through her grimoire. She can't read any of it, except for Thanatos' and Kohryu's entries, but all the same, it's something to occupy herself with. Her wound's stopped its bleeding at least, between time and water and pressure, but she's still being gentle not to lean on it or lean it on anything.
When he returns, he's getting a small smile and a little wave with her good arm. Like she hasn't been terribly quiet this entire time and also did not sound like she was ten seconds from crying not long before that. ]
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She looks sort of awful. She washes her face, breathing in and out slowly, and comes back out—she ends up resting against that long wooden counter, flipping idly through her grimoire. She can't read any of it, except for Thanatos' and Kohryu's entries, but all the same, it's something to occupy herself with. Her wound's stopped its bleeding at least, between time and water and pressure, but she's still being gentle not to lean on it or lean it on anything.
When he returns, he's getting a small smile and a little wave with her good arm. Like she hasn't been terribly quiet this entire time and also did not sound like she was ten seconds from crying not long before that. ]
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