"I would like to know what happened," he answered, and meant it, holding her gaze expectantly. Not demandingly; there rarely was a point for demands at all. Expectations were usually enough, in his life. He stepped up to her, and gently took her bandaged hand, trying to ignore the smell of fresh blood that still lingered over her. It was a good thing he had not seen her straight after coming back from the jungle.
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