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Was that the glimpse of intimidation she saw in him? Not coming from him to her, but rather the reflection of her own prowess. It amused her for the briefest of moments that he would be truly be that leery of her, though the deterrence was brief at best. And she did tolerate his ministrations, taking her own proverbial leap of faith into the unknown. If he was poisoning her, well, perhaps she'd be able to let someone know before she lost all control of herself. And if he was healing her, good for them. All of them. They had all had their scuffs and nicks and bruises, whether they came from something or someone else.

When she sensed that he was almost through however, her temperament got the better of her. She lashed out at him when a touch turned a bit too heated for her liking, snapping roughly for the closest thing that turned up clear in her vision. His ear. Whether or not she was going to hit it, she didn't know or care — it was merely the principal that she did not enjoy the attention. Even if it were needed. What a stubborn creature.