[ Only now does Peregrine remove the cloak. Against the dark colors of her shirt, the red stands out. It’s not a lot, but it stains her side. She looks at it in shock. ]
What’s…?
[ She doesn’t care for decorum. She rips off her shirt, not caring if anyone sees her sports bra. And they find—
no subject
What’s…?
[ She doesn’t care for decorum. She rips off her shirt, not caring if anyone sees her sports bra. And they find—
Nothing. There’s no injuries. ]
Th- that… That wasn’t… there bef- when I woke up…