You're getting better at that, [Sadie offers with a little laugh, finding his bashful smile more than endearing. She has to reach forward a bit to get the towel, which pulls on her wounds a little, but she muscles through it pretty unflinchingly despite the pain, because she doesn't want to leave a bad mark on Lars's progress. Or make him worry too much.] Thanks, Lars.

[She finally sits up, holding the towel against her chest, and immediately winces, hissing through her teeth again. That hurt a little more severely than leaning forward, so, oops, her strong front cracks a little bit. She relaxes again, though.]

Oh man, this is probably gonna scar pretty bad...

This is so gross. I wish it didn't happen in our house.