[ A tight knot of something hot and bitter tangles itself into being in her throat. She doesn't even know what sort of feeling to call it – it's part worry, part frustration and all adrenaline still buzzing through her with nowhere to go. And it means that her voice is sharper, more pointed than she means it to be when her words come bursting out of her. ]

Will you stop treating this like a joke?! What part of this is funny to you?! Just because you're pretending you're not hurt doesn't mean it didn't happen–

[ She drags her hands up her face, scraping her sodden bangs back from her eyes. Like that, her expression is frighteningly easy to read. ]

– And what would I have done if it was worse?! What if I hadn't been able to save you?!