"It's fine," she said, a touch less sharply than she would for most others. "It's healing."
Which was something she still didn't understand. Why had the Assassin let her live? So what if she hadn't been his intended target—she was close enough, and he hadn't been bashful about leaving a trail of bodies behind him before. Perhaps she should be grateful to feel the deep twinges of a healing wound, but the deep bitterness she felt was stronger. If she ever met that man again...
That was a line of thought best suited for another time. She sighed and lowered her hand, leaving the dressing undone. The wound was somewhat awkwardly placed; being caught in a moment of vulnerability by a subordinate was more awkward, or should have been. Past conversation with Desmond had revealed a curious ability to set her at ease; still, she had no liking for idle chatter tonight.
"I don't know what will be happening next, if that's what you want to know," she said. "Matters are still being discussed as Bouchart settles himself." Discussed without her.
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Which was something she still didn't understand. Why had the Assassin let her live? So what if she hadn't been his intended target—she was close enough, and he hadn't been bashful about leaving a trail of bodies behind him before. Perhaps she should be grateful to feel the deep twinges of a healing wound, but the deep bitterness she felt was stronger. If she ever met that man again...
That was a line of thought best suited for another time. She sighed and lowered her hand, leaving the dressing undone. The wound was somewhat awkwardly placed; being caught in a moment of vulnerability by a subordinate was more awkward, or should have been. Past conversation with Desmond had revealed a curious ability to set her at ease; still, she had no liking for idle chatter tonight.
"I don't know what will be happening next, if that's what you want to know," she said. "Matters are still being discussed as Bouchart settles himself." Discussed without her.