"Well, I am," she said, tucking the jacket around herself carelessly (that was still a lot of leg, and -- well, she didn't suppose hers could really be called cleavage when it was so sparse, but -- never mind) and leaning in to examine him more closely. For the first time in months, something was taking her attention off her grief. "She did this to you?"
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Date: 2011-10-19 08:07 pm (UTC)