[ The level of thought you accord to her comfort level is wonderful, Ryoki. Yes - yes, tell her it's not your blood when she clearly remembers you being stabbed; allow her to think that, hope that maybe (just maybe) none of that really happened, and he never was stabbed. Yes...yes, let's pretend. And face the rest of those problems later. ]
[ After all, the ones at home - they were only fictional, right? ]
[ She worried her lower lip with her teeth none too gently, and her hands clutched at the ragged folds of her shirt, the jacket she only vaguely remembered being given when they had all come to her rescue. But as this place hadn't deemed it appropriate to clean him up, they hadn't deemed it appropriate to give her new clothes either. Yukito shivered, but she was quite sure that wasn't because of the cold. ]
...Yeah. [ She said after a moment, and let's all take a moment to appreciate that her voice didn't break. ] Yeah - yes, we do. Some place safe so we can get you cleaned up. Zombies are attracted to blood, right?
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[ After all, the ones at home - they were only fictional, right? ]
[ She worried her lower lip with her teeth none too gently, and her hands clutched at the ragged folds of her shirt, the jacket she only vaguely remembered being given when they had all come to her rescue. But as this place hadn't deemed it appropriate to clean him up, they hadn't deemed it appropriate to give her new clothes either. Yukito shivered, but she was quite sure that wasn't because of the cold. ]
...Yeah. [ She said after a moment, and let's all take a moment to appreciate that her voice didn't break. ] Yeah - yes, we do. Some place safe so we can get you cleaned up. Zombies are attracted to blood, right?