There's an unsettling moment where Lila's dragged back to her childhood. Of being five and ill in bed, her mother bringing her food on a tray, just like this. It's only a moment, and it passes, but it leaves her feeling hollow out afterward.
Her mouth quirks at Kell's comment, brought forcefully, gratefully back to the present. "Nothing broken, I don't think. Just banged up." She tongues at her lower lip, tasting a hint of blood. "I wouldn't mind if you could fix this cut, though," she says, eyebrows drawn in question.
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Date: 2016-04-28 01:57 am (UTC)Her mouth quirks at Kell's comment, brought forcefully, gratefully back to the present. "Nothing broken, I don't think. Just banged up." She tongues at her lower lip, tasting a hint of blood. "I wouldn't mind if you could fix this cut, though," she says, eyebrows drawn in question.