She wipes her hand off of her pants before she takes the switchblade, getting Ellie's blood on her without noticing. She's busy thinking about what she just said, because it almost felt like reassurance. These guys are professionals; it wasn't your fault. Hrm.
She cuts the excess thread and presses gently over the edge of the last stitch. It's a good job, she's happy with it; moreso it feels more than a little surreal to have Ellie at the pointy end of a knife for once. It's like a role reversal and a sick joke is right on the tip of her tongue before she realises, bites it back.
God. The fuck is wrong with her?
"Thanks," she says shortly, and shuts it with a click to hand it back. Recognises it the moment it's out of her hand, her gaze lingering unsubtly. She clears her throat, brow furrowing. "... Did it come through the Rift with you?"
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She cuts the excess thread and presses gently over the edge of the last stitch. It's a good job, she's happy with it; moreso it feels more than a little surreal to have Ellie at the pointy end of a knife for once. It's like a role reversal and a sick joke is right on the tip of her tongue before she realises, bites it back.
God. The fuck is wrong with her?
"Thanks," she says shortly, and shuts it with a click to hand it back. Recognises it the moment it's out of her hand, her gaze lingering unsubtly. She clears her throat, brow furrowing. "... Did it come through the Rift with you?"