02-10-2009, 09:36 PM
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Hanna watched as silently as Svara was working, wincing only slightly when the alcohol pad hit her hand. It hurt, but it was not nearly so serious a slice as it could have been. Already her jets were cooling, her anger short-lived, so that when Svara finally made her comment about loving her father, it was not more rage, but a wave of guilt and pity that coursed through her body. She waited till Svara had looked away to enact more jaw-flapping, and then after she was shifted, Hanna went to her.
Hanna watched as silently as Svara was working, wincing only slightly when the alcohol pad hit her hand. It hurt, but it was not nearly so serious a slice as it could have been. Already her jets were cooling, her anger short-lived, so that when Svara finally made her comment about loving her father, it was not more rage, but a wave of guilt and pity that coursed through her body. She waited till Svara had looked away to enact more jaw-flapping, and then after she was shifted, Hanna went to her.
A slim black arm found its way around Svara's shoulders, drawing her into a hug she'd doubtless reject, but it was as much for the medic as it was for the girl. "Aw, Sis... I'm sorry." The familiarity came easily from her lips; though Svara was young enough to be her daughter instead of her sister, and in fact, the way they argued was pretty similar, too, but Sister seemed about right in this case. She had much more she would have liked to say, but that just.. fit.