[Wylan sighs in relief at Eve’s presence. He can feel the warmth of blood trickling down his temple. He thought the worst would be his wrist, but at least that can br treated.
Wylan holds out his left arm, where his wrist is already swollen and bruised.]
Re: Post-reflections; voice;
Wylan holds out his left arm, where his wrist is already swollen and bruised.]
Thank you for coming.