[she'd ducked under his hand as he began to explain, pulling the bandages with her to wrap around to the other side, but she stops to look at him uncertainly when she reappears. Her tiny brow furrows as she tries to make sense of the unfamiliar terms.
A shot. A...bullet? Except that wouldn't have landed on the deck. Or, if it had, it wouldn't have been burning.
So a...canon ball. Or something like it. A bomb waiting to explode.
But how did that equal a burned-
Oh.
Oh.
Her eyes widen and, for just a moment, the bandages go slack.] Horatio...
With your hands?! [Admiration might come later, but her first reaction is one of horrified sympathy. Her hands were her life. And his hands...were they anything less?]
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A shot. A...bullet? Except that wouldn't have landed on the deck. Or, if it had, it wouldn't have been burning.
So a...canon ball. Or something like it. A bomb waiting to explode.
But how did that equal a burned-
Oh.
Oh.
Her eyes widen and, for just a moment, the bandages go slack.] Horatio...
With your hands?! [Admiration might come later, but her first reaction is one of horrified sympathy. Her hands were her life. And his hands...were they anything less?]