The silk clings to the drying blood trailing along her legs. Her knees sting as the fabric peels from the open wounds. She looks down at the large, b****y mess and shrugs. The pain has been worse, but it’s never been to something so often used.
Peter’s eyes widen. Those wounds seem extensive. Manageable, maybe, but still extensive.
Sarah glances between her knees and Peter. "The damage isn't quite as bad as I expected, I suppose." She grins. “The bleeding is slowing down a bit now.” Grin growing to a smile, her eyes turn up to him.
Peter shrugs, standing, and extends a hand.
Sarah stares at it, hesitating.
Peter puts it closer to her, shaking it after a few seconds.
Taking it, Sarah rises slowly on wobbling legs, and her knees buckle. Legs shaking more, she clings to his flexing arms
