[Were she in a better mood, she'd tease him -- and rest assured, in the future, this moment will come back to haunt him -- but for now, she just starts to reach with both arms, only to let out an involuntary noise of pain from the injured shoulder. With her good arm, she untucks it from her skirt and starts to undo the buttons as best she can one-handed. Stupid old-fashioned clothing without elastic, few zippers, just buttons...
She doesn't undo all of them, but undoing about half of them should be enough for him to pull the fabric down out of the way.]
Your nose?
[Her voice is softer now, if hoarse and ragged from the scream she hadn't been able to fully release, and her body is still shaking from the residual adrenaline.]
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She doesn't undo all of them, but undoing about half of them should be enough for him to pull the fabric down out of the way.]
Your nose?
[Her voice is softer now, if hoarse and ragged from the scream she hadn't been able to fully release, and her body is still shaking from the residual adrenaline.]