nimble digits graze against the rough cloth, she maneuvers it with as much CARE as one could muster, wrapping it around the other’s palm slowly, one inch at a time. ❛ you should really be more careful... ❜ pot-meet-kettle she knows; there were more QUESTIONS hanging at the tip of her tongue than she could count; what or whom hurt her? what COULD hurt these such strong creatures? but she proceeded with caution, confusing on the task at hand & settling for being sure faith was well. ❛ faith... ❜ there’s CONCERN blooming beneath pale flesh & radiating through every pore; she hesitates on letting go of her hand, knowing little of supernatural habits, and even less about their healing abilities, but she trusted her to speak the truth. out of everyone--- she was the only one who should & deserved to be trusted. ❛ i um... i... ❜ struggling for the words, cheeks FLAUNT about a red coloration, she deviates her gaze instantly. ❛ i hate seeing you hurt, s-so... please avoid whatever... did that. ❜