"You're more worried about this than I am," Venus mumbles. Now that she's committed to not laying there like a lump, she forces herself to use her fingers to examine the damage. Cut on the right side of her face and on her neck - thankfully the glass missed anything important. Scrapes on her legs. A hunk of glass stuck in her heel.
She takes a deep breath and it hurts, but her lungs fill entirely. No collapses, as far as she can tell. Enough feeling sorry for herself, then - she pulls her legs off the dashboard and sits in the driver's seat, leaning forward so Kankri can wipe away the blood.
Bastards should have invested in shatter-proof car windows.
She smiles for Kankri. She may be beaten up, but he's scared, and has a pallor to his face a solid three shades lighter than his usual gray. The pajamas don't do anything to dispel the notion that he's just a scared kid, and Venus' mind passes over a memory of herself at a similar age, sitting in the waiting room for therapy - passes over, and then passes through the memory. "You're too sweet. Where'd you find all this stuff?"
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She takes a deep breath and it hurts, but her lungs fill entirely. No collapses, as far as she can tell. Enough feeling sorry for herself, then - she pulls her legs off the dashboard and sits in the driver's seat, leaning forward so Kankri can wipe away the blood.
Bastards should have invested in shatter-proof car windows.
She smiles for Kankri. She may be beaten up, but he's scared, and has a pallor to his face a solid three shades lighter than his usual gray. The pajamas don't do anything to dispel the notion that he's just a scared kid, and Venus' mind passes over a memory of herself at a similar age, sitting in the waiting room for therapy - passes over, and then passes through the memory. "You're too sweet. Where'd you find all this stuff?"