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[meerkats]

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[abatteuse]

[She joins him at the table and pulls out a chair before undoing her robe and letting it sit against the back of said chair. No need to ruin her clothes in the process. She takes his arm in her hand, and her thumbs spread blood, hold skin taunt to get a good look at the injury. Nothing too serious, no. More for her then, when taking him to the hospital was not necessary.

No, she has no intention of eating him, not tonight anyway, but they say that half of a truly exquisite meal is the sight of it, the smell of it, the process of making it, and she would agree. The smell and sight of his insides, even if so slight a view, would make a fine aperitif.]

You're lucky that you were not hit, nor did you do any serious damage.

[She takes another second, just a second, before she lets go of his arm. She glances at him through hair that's fallen in front of her eyes (a symptom of being woken in the middle of the night), and there's something there akin to hunger. Perhaps not, perhaps she's just tired, her patience short.

She has plenty of patience.

She washes his wound, cleaning his arm and hand carefully with the wet washcloth, letting it rest on the tray on her pristine kitchen table. There's blood on her finger, under her nail, and she can't help but bring her thumb to her lips to lick it off.]

You're going to need stitches, either way, which I am happy to provide. Assuming of course that you don't want to be driven to the hospital.

[A formality. He wouldn't have come to her if he had wanted that, now would he?]