[Unlike his rather clumsy work on her war wounds awhile back, Heather is clearly very used to this sort of thing. She makes quick work of Envy's hands, tight enough to pad the wounds but not so tight as to cut off the bloodflow.]
[She nods as he 'fesses up to the irrational violence, tying the ends of the bandage in a neat little knot.]
... Trees, huh.
Well.
Better than brick.
[With a humorless smirk, she holds up one of her own hands, curling her fingers to show the mottled white scarring on her knuckles.]
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[She nods as he 'fesses up to the irrational violence, tying the ends of the bandage in a neat little knot.]
... Trees, huh.
Well.
Better than brick.
[With a humorless smirk, she holds up one of her own hands, curling her fingers to show the mottled white scarring on her knuckles.]