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She relaxed slightly when he pulled away, though she pouted to see the hurt on his face. The blood still made her feel uneasy, and she couldn’t look at him for long or it made her stomach turn. She pawed at the sand, trailing little, shaky claw marks. 

”You hurt?” An olive branch, extended out of concern, though she could not lift her gaze to look at him again.