[ lilleraev ]
“It was just some guy, he was drunk and grabbed my wrist a little too HARD.” The brunette turned her wrist, eyeing the purple marks that were starting to form before tugging her sleeve down. “Not a big deal. It happens.”
She’s got her hand over the other’s wrist and she’s brushing across it with her thumb. Alana Bloom is so gentle that she’s achingly soft, and she keeps two fingers there, just hovering, “--It’s warm, so it’s recent. Let me get ice for that. And then you can tell me who I will be inflicting bodily harm on.”












