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They were of the same mind.
Her eyes lingered upon his bloody chin. She had seen a tooth fly free during the scuffle and now knew whose it was; pieces of this man scattered like sand.

Her attention was tender. She moved closer, daring herself, and softly cleaned the space - cautious in case it hurt, and bold to try and help.

I wish there was something I could do. You're hurt. It was not pity in her voice, it was appreciation.

Being so close to him was dangerous. She felt the nagging desire of her body getting worse. She realizes her intrusion to his space in that moment and draws away.