[No reply, he only nods, then catches sight of the tea towels, picking them up with bloodied fingers.
Stains are left across the cloth, bright and fresh. He’s barely wiped his hands before he’s blotted white with red, and he frowns at the sight, belatedly realizing his state.]
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Stains are left across the cloth, bright and fresh. He’s barely wiped his hands before he’s blotted white with red, and he frowns at the sight, belatedly realizing his state.]
Is it that bad?
[—he questions her turned back.]