But her voice trailed off, for he was eyeing her twice-clothed stomach and she was not half-curious herself about how the site of the wound was faring. Without another word, and despite the submarine chill, she shed her jacket and brazenly hauled the hem of her homespun shirt a good third of the way up her torso. On one side, the skin was torn and gnarled. Bloody, too, but things seemed to have coagulated. The skin had knit together, if not neatly. But...
"The innards are all a mess. Punctured pieces and scrambled guts. The cut is fine, but the damage has been done. You may yet be lucky, Captain Turner, and gain me for yourself before the night is through. I, of course, hope otherwise."
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But her voice trailed off, for he was eyeing her twice-clothed stomach and she was not half-curious herself about how the site of the wound was faring. Without another word, and despite the submarine chill, she shed her jacket and brazenly hauled the hem of her homespun shirt a good third of the way up her torso. On one side, the skin was torn and gnarled. Bloody, too, but things seemed to have coagulated. The skin had knit together, if not neatly. But...
"The innards are all a mess. Punctured pieces and scrambled guts. The cut is fine, but the damage has been done. You may yet be lucky, Captain Turner, and gain me for yourself before the night is through. I, of course, hope otherwise."
Her smile was rueful.