[ she's a little less hesitant in wiping her nose on her sleeve when he's walked away, and she continues to sit, only then noticing the sting from the hot water.
it's already healing. she holds on to the sensation, dull as it is.
when he comes back, she looks up, wiping her fingers under an eye, taking the tissues and balling them up unconsciously at the command.
her first instinct is to stay right there. then she nods, lips thinned out in a concerted effort to keep from making anymore sound, and reaches up unsteadily to the counter, to try and pull herself up. no more strength. but she keeps trying until she's on her feet. walking, though. maybe not. ]
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it's already healing. she holds on to the sensation, dull as it is.
when he comes back, she looks up, wiping her fingers under an eye, taking the tissues and balling them up unconsciously at the command.
her first instinct is to stay right there. then she nods, lips thinned out in a concerted effort to keep from making anymore sound, and reaches up unsteadily to the counter, to try and pull herself up. no more strength. but she keeps trying until she's on her feet. walking, though. maybe not. ]