It'll be a while yet before Triss actively worries about the terrible math that is open wounds + open sewers (and what else is the Harbor, honestly?), but she does know that bandaids help. Nothing hurts as bad when it's covered up, and right now she's got a lot of exposed pain. Therefore she sits with only minimal squirming and hissing as Hannibal wipes her palms clean, fingers curling spasmodically, ineffectually, over his. Even so, she doesn't cry, not even when he has to pick dirt from the ragged edges where her the whole skin stops and the flat shiny pinkness starts. It pulls when she spreads her fingers so he can wrap the gauze securely around each digit, but the end results are totally worth it.
Triss makes experimental fists, so entranced by kickboxer chic she almost doesn't notice when Hannibal takes hold of her left ankle and starts on her leg. He didn't point out how she came back wearing pjs and shoes, shoes Triss can't even remember putting on or tying, shoes she keeps at the foot of her bed still, just in case. Maybe he will later, when they don't have to put up a unified front for the strangers.
Chewing on stuff's a bad habit, every adult says. She's scraped all the rough parts off her lips, which leaves her with her nails or hair. Unaware of the math regarding open sewers + mucus membranes, she pops a lock in her mouth and nibbles while Hannibal dabs at her leg and explains his suspicions.
"I guess I wanna know why it happened," she admits. You have to understand something to stop it, she gets that. That's exactly why she doesn't like this magic stuff, or talking about her experiences with it, 'cuz she doesn't understand and nobody, not even Hannibal, has been able to explain things so she can keep from hurting people. Kidnapping is definitely a thing she'd like to avoid, if she can, and she doesn't think Hannibal knows how to stop that either. If he thinks these weirdos might be able to help with that...then, okay, it could be worth it.
"I'll go downstairs then," she says as he tapes a large square of sterile gauze to her calf and considers her knee. "But you gotta tell them no magic here incase somebody notices." Danae was so obvious about it, like she didn't care at all about getting in trouble. Was she like that when she took out the kelpie? Triss can't remember much except the noise it made when the knife went in, the hot stink of its guts and the way they splashed to the water below. Hannibal could be wiping off kelpie gut-residue right now, for all she knows.
That thought makes her a lot more compliant about the whole 'this will hurt' thing. She just sticks her leg out, frowns intensely, and nods.
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Date: 2016-06-05 01:35 am (UTC)Triss makes experimental fists, so entranced by kickboxer chic she almost doesn't notice when Hannibal takes hold of her left ankle and starts on her leg. He didn't point out how she came back wearing pjs and shoes, shoes Triss can't even remember putting on or tying, shoes she keeps at the foot of her bed still, just in case. Maybe he will later, when they don't have to put up a unified front for the strangers.
Chewing on stuff's a bad habit, every adult says. She's scraped all the rough parts off her lips, which leaves her with her nails or hair. Unaware of the math regarding open sewers + mucus membranes, she pops a lock in her mouth and nibbles while Hannibal dabs at her leg and explains his suspicions.
"I guess I wanna know why it happened," she admits. You have to understand something to stop it, she gets that. That's exactly why she doesn't like this magic stuff, or talking about her experiences with it, 'cuz she doesn't understand and nobody, not even Hannibal, has been able to explain things so she can keep from hurting people. Kidnapping is definitely a thing she'd like to avoid, if she can, and she doesn't think Hannibal knows how to stop that either. If he thinks these weirdos might be able to help with that...then, okay, it could be worth it.
"I'll go downstairs then," she says as he tapes a large square of sterile gauze to her calf and considers her knee. "But you gotta tell them no magic here incase somebody notices." Danae was so obvious about it, like she didn't care at all about getting in trouble. Was she like that when she took out the kelpie? Triss can't remember much except the noise it made when the knife went in, the hot stink of its guts and the way they splashed to the water below. Hannibal could be wiping off kelpie gut-residue right now, for all she knows.
That thought makes her a lot more compliant about the whole 'this will hurt' thing. She just sticks her leg out, frowns intensely, and nods.