She was sitting straight-backed on a hard chair. She had insisted on assisting her own medical care, drawing aside the blood-soaked fabric of her top -- the last modern piece of upper-body fashionwear in all the Seven Kingdoms -- so that Tyrion could have access to what was a nasty looking injury. Tearing out the bolt had in turn torn a great deal of skin. It hurt a lot. A lot. The Slayer healed well and endured much, but she was not magically inoculated against pain. Her only advantage was that, having suffered through so much of it, pain was almost a welcome associate at this point in her life.
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She was sitting straight-backed on a hard chair. She had insisted on assisting her own medical care, drawing aside the blood-soaked fabric of her top -- the last modern piece of upper-body fashionwear in all the Seven Kingdoms -- so that Tyrion could have access to what was a nasty looking injury. Tearing out the bolt had in turn torn a great deal of skin. It hurt a lot. A lot. The Slayer healed well and endured much, but she was not magically inoculated against pain. Her only advantage was that, having suffered through so much of it, pain was almost a welcome associate at this point in her life.