[ The touch induces a faint return of pink blush to Glimmer's cheeks. Glimmer watches as Ellie falls back onto the mattress. She's grateful, a little. It makes it easier to ask the question that's been burning at her but she's been too polite to really dig into it. ]
Um.
[ She hesitates, brow furrowing. Then she blurts: ]
What happened to your fingers?
[ Almost instantly, she regrets it. She buries her face into the mattress, feeling hideously embarrassed. ]
no subject
Um.
[ She hesitates, brow furrowing. Then she blurts: ]
What happened to your fingers?
[ Almost instantly, she regrets it. She buries her face into the mattress, feeling hideously embarrassed. ]
You don't have to answer that. Sorry.