[She cups her hand over his forehead to feel for his temperature, using her own for reference, though both feel the same. Her hand traces along his cheek and the scar that still holds secrets.]
I'm just checking.
[Though she doesn't tell him to hold still, her words and the way she says them seem to imply it. Eventually, a finger will settle on his pulse.]
Even if the fire didn't touch you, the explosion was intense.
. . . Do you feel anything? [Pain? Heat? Numbness?]
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I'm just checking.
[Though she doesn't tell him to hold still, her words and the way she says them seem to imply it. Eventually, a finger will settle on his pulse.]
Even if the fire didn't touch you, the explosion was intense.
. . . Do you feel anything? [Pain? Heat? Numbness?]