Bella had suffered some less-than-ideal injuries in the past, but none so severe as a severed arm! Bella gawked at him for a moment before she quietly moved to wipe his chest clean of blood, making sure the cloth stayed between her hand and his bare skin. Despite her overwhelming desire to handle every situation with a bit of dry (and probably not funny) humor, there was really no way to joke about a ripped-off arm, was there?
"That must have been hard," she said, turning to a more sympathetic approach. "I've lost a finger and that was hard enough to adjust to. I can't imagine life without an entire arm." She held up her left hand, which was missing its middle digit. She'd lost it in a drunken, botched apparition attempt—someone she swore she'd never do again but probably would, because it wasn't as if she could control her stupidity while drunk.
"And you? Did you come out...unscathed?"
"That must have been hard," she said, turning to a more sympathetic approach. "I've lost a finger and that was hard enough to adjust to. I can't imagine life without an entire arm." She held up her left hand, which was missing its middle digit. She'd lost it in a drunken, botched apparition attempt—someone she swore she'd never do again but probably would, because it wasn't as if she could control her stupidity while drunk.
"And you? Did you come out...unscathed?"
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