[ He does as she asks, breathing in deeply until a sharp stab of pain spears through him, and he can't stop the wince, his own hand from reaching for that bruised spot. ]
She's strong.
[ It's agreement, of a kind. The ribs probably are broken. The bruises are still blooming, red and angry, over his pale skin. It's been a long time since any part of him aside from his face and hands has seen sunlight. His voice is tight as he nods, trying to keep his words calm and level. ]
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She's strong.
[ It's agreement, of a kind. The ribs probably are broken. The bruises are still blooming, red and angry, over his pale skin. It's been a long time since any part of him aside from his face and hands has seen sunlight. His voice is tight as he nods, trying to keep his words calm and level. ]
I believe you're right.