At Fey’s joke, she chuckled, “Probably but that’s not an endorsement for you to go and get hurt again.” What could she say? Scars could be hot. She continued to dry off the wound before moving on to bandaging it up. She went as gently as she could to avoid hurting Fey too much but there was only so much she could do. She had no special powers and felt rather inadequate to her friend who could actually heal people.
She listened as Fey described what happened and her body suddenly tensed knowing that her friend had actually been personally attacked. She figured the terrorist attack was in protest of supernaturals but to know that individuals were intentionally targeted brought a chill to her spine. Luckily, she was done with Fey’s arm and hoped her gut fear reaction wasn’t too noticeable. “That’s horrible…” She immediately reached up and cupped the girl’s cheek, her eyes flooded with sympathy and maybe just the tiniest hint of anger at the person who did this to her. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?”
It was hard to not get dragged in to the memories of what happened earlier that night. She tried to forget that man’s low laugh, how his breath breezed by her ear as she dragged her towards the flames. Her breath had begun to hitch in her lungs, like she couldn’t take a full breath, her stomach tied in knots, until she felt something touch her face, bringing her back to the present. She didn’t mean to flinch slightly at the initial touch, but as soon as she looked up and remembered it was Kennedy in front of her, the sweet, adorably awkward girl she’d grown so close to over the last few months, she relaxed against the touch, leaning her face into the girl’s hand.
“I-” A lost and helpless look flashed across her face. ‘I don’t know,’ was her initial reaction, but she couldn’t make the words come out. After a moment, she tried again, “I... I think I’m okay. Or, I will be- to be honest I don’t really know how I’m doing,” She shrugged, and huffed a little laugh, though tears pricked the corners of her eyes. “I’m alive, so I know it’ll get better. It has to.” She didn’t know if she was actually answering the question, trying to reassure her friend, or trying to reassure herself. Her hand left her chest, resting instead on the hand that held her face. “You’ve done so much already. Patching me up, and all. This helps too,” She sniffled a little, and brought a small smile to her face. Her thumb ran across the back of Kennedy’s hand, making sure she knew what she was referring to.
Feyre’s gaze danced along Kennedy’s face, trying to commit everything to memory. After that mortality reminder, she cherished everything even more. The friends she’d made on the island, the memories- like their amazing time at the carnival. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” She said quietly, her eyes meeting Kennedy’s again. She added, a gentle and playful edge to her voice, “And, if I can’t heal it myself in the next few hours, I’ll go get help. By morning at the latest. Promise.” She raised her opposite hand, a small noise of discomfort came from the back of her throat as she moved her arm to hold out her pinkie, “You can come and remind me how dumb I am for not getting it fixed sooner, if you want.”