[Whatever it means, it takes the wind out of her anger. She sags into the bed and stares up at the ceiling.]
I know.
[Sighing, she rolls over to look at him. She winces a little at the marks she left, and hesitantly reaches out to touch the wounds. She doesn't say I'm sorry because she's not...but there's still a hint of apology in the gentle touch.]
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I know.
[Sighing, she rolls over to look at him. She winces a little at the marks she left, and hesitantly reaches out to touch the wounds. She doesn't say I'm sorry because she's not...but there's still a hint of apology in the gentle touch.]