#hers. the answer is hers.

[kokonehime-blog]

“whose blood is that?”

Athena looks at her arm, spattered and covered, and frowns at it. There are several problems here: she doesn’t recall how she got here, she doesn’t recall how the blood got there, and she doesn’t recall whose it is. Her head is fuzzy, like thinking through cotton, and she shakes her head.

“Um.” Oh. That was a bad idea. The motion fucks with her already precarious at the best of times balance and she stumbles into Worick’s chest. “Shit. Um. I don’t - I’m okay. Promise.”