[ Her hands are steady, quick, precise. Working quickly to clean him up and stitch him, trying to focus on the work while prodding him to keep talking. Stay conscious. Stay awake.
At his words, she hesitates, glancing up at him skeptically. ] What?
[ He's lost a lot of blood. Not making any sense. She returns to sewing him up, brow furrowed. ] Like you, what does that mean? What are you, if you're not human?
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At his words, she hesitates, glancing up at him skeptically. ] What?
[ He's lost a lot of blood. Not making any sense. She returns to sewing him up, brow furrowed. ] Like you, what does that mean? What are you, if you're not human?