[They have been through this so many times before that she wouldn't have even let him protest to it, so she is already combing his hair away from his neck by the time he moves to sit up.
And as soon as she sees it, there's a ripple of heat through the room as her dread only sinks in further.
There, on the nape of his neck, almost hidden beneath his hairline, is a mark. A bruise where the skin has blackened.]
... There's something here.
[Her fingers will graze along the line of it, never quite touching it... too scared to touch it for fear that it will bring him pain or only make it worse.]
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And as soon as she sees it, there's a ripple of heat through the room as her dread only sinks in further.
There, on the nape of his neck, almost hidden beneath his hairline, is a mark. A bruise where the skin has blackened.]
... There's something here.
[Her fingers will graze along the line of it, never quite touching it... too scared to touch it for fear that it will bring him pain or only make it worse.]
Can you feel anything?