Phoenix Maplewood Sure to not be Sure

She dropped the rabbit at his feet wordlessly before sitting. She cocked her head to the side at the panic in his voice upon seeing the scratches. They were small really, stinging only a tiny bit after she had gotten scratched initially. 

"They're just a few scratches," she told him with a small shrug. She would be fine so long as she kept them clean. That could be done easily, by simply splashing a bit of water on her face. In truth the wounds looked worse than they were for head wounds often bled more than others.