[ When she pulls back enough for him to see, Wash studies the injury -- it's nothing, really, considering that it was Maine, but he still wants to get some ice on it so it doesn't swell up too badly. He strokes her cheek cautiously, but then she's leaning up to kiss him and he's not going to protest.
His kiss back is mindful not to brush his nose against the bruise, then he rests their foreheads together. ]
I'm glad it's not worse.
[ But it must have reminded her of the Meta, with how afraid he could feel she was. Wash runs his fingers through her wet hair, smoothing it back from her face. ]
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His kiss back is mindful not to brush his nose against the bruise, then he rests their foreheads together. ]
I'm glad it's not worse.
[ But it must have reminded her of the Meta, with how afraid he could feel she was. Wash runs his fingers through her wet hair, smoothing it back from her face. ]
You sure you're okay?