[ She turned her head as to not look at his work. She wasn't squeamish about blood or injury, but things going into her injuries was a first class ticket to nausea-town, from her own experience being patched up back home. When he started work, she started mumbling something, low enough that it was difficult to make out what she was saying. ]
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[ She turned her head as to not look at his work. She wasn't squeamish about blood or injury, but things going into her injuries was a first class ticket to nausea-town, from her own experience being patched up back home. When he started work, she started mumbling something, low enough that it was difficult to make out what she was saying. ]