[ while marta certainly finds herself pondering the ethical ramifications of slapping a hand over an already injured person's back (especially when he offers up that colorful comment), she ultimately opts to keep her hands to herself. though she does fold her arms under her bust just to be safe. ]
Does it really matter what I think?
[ ...well. does it? from the way she talks, it's clear her opinion is not often something she's asked for. ]
If you didn't even notice it reopening, it must've happened while you were sleeping.
[ the previous evening was one of the times he hadn't spent it in the infirmary — a habit she still hasn't quite figured out, but it's obvious enough he's trying to avoid something (or someone) in doing so. so it's purely speculation at this point, and it probably wouldn't matter much what his answer is, and yet she feels compelled to ask anyway. ]
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Does it really matter what I think?
[ ...well. does it? from the way she talks, it's clear her opinion is not often something she's asked for. ]
If you didn't even notice it reopening, it must've happened while you were sleeping.
[ the previous evening was one of the times he hadn't spent it in the infirmary — a habit she still hasn't quite figured out, but it's obvious enough he's trying to avoid something (or someone) in doing so. so it's purely speculation at this point, and it probably wouldn't matter much what his answer is, and yet she feels compelled to ask anyway. ]
...Nightmares?