[ something almost more stern appears in his expression as she mentions the bandits, the reaction less intended to be directed at her as it is to the very idea of them appearing in the first place. why didn't he hear them? he, who's typically so ready in an emergency, those instincts of his always having him primed to be on the defensive. how deep in his nightmare had he ended up? ]
What? Why didn't — ? You should've called me.
[ though he's more frustrated with himself for not being there, especially with that cut above her brow. along with the blood on her gown —
his eyes fall to it again, swallowing. ] Whose blood is that?
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What? Why didn't — ? You should've called me.
[ though he's more frustrated with himself for not being there, especially with that cut above her brow. along with the blood on her gown —
his eyes fall to it again, swallowing. ] Whose blood is that?