( claire seems nice. capable, even. she moves around the room like it's her domain, a place she feels confident and comfortable — her professionalism reminds her of alex, and the thought twists something in her gut, sharp longing that hadn't been there before brought up to the surface. she'd never missed home quite so badly before... but then again, she hadn't gone home before either. hadn't had her sister's voice be the last thing she heard before she'd gone out to face what should have been her death.
perhaps it's that should have been that earns the slight shrug to kara's shoulder, a wince and a groan swallowed down in order to seem composed. ) It looks worse than it is. I'll heal.
( in reality, kara's not sure if she will heal. she'd never so much as bled before — severe injuries like hers had taken out scores of humans, but her kryptonian dna usually kept her protected. except from other kryptonians, apparently. )
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perhaps it's that should have been that earns the slight shrug to kara's shoulder, a wince and a groan swallowed down in order to seem composed. ) It looks worse than it is. I'll heal.
( in reality, kara's not sure if she will heal. she'd never so much as bled before — severe injuries like hers had taken out scores of humans, but her kryptonian dna usually kept her protected. except from other kryptonians, apparently. )
I think.