[Slender fingers, cold fingers, wrap around Elizabeth's forearm, keeping her steady. The other puts a cotton ball full of antiseptic to that wound, wiping away dried blood, her gaze locked on the wound.]
. . . go on. Ask, and I'll answer. At least until I dress your wounds.
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[Slender fingers, cold fingers, wrap around Elizabeth's forearm, keeping her steady. The other puts a cotton ball full of antiseptic to that wound, wiping away dried blood, her gaze locked on the wound.]
. . . go on. Ask, and I'll answer. At least until I dress your wounds.