We'll have to clean the cut, but not with alcohol. [Once Trucy's got the towel pressed to her arm, Apollo leads her to the kitchen as briskly as he can while being gentle. All the while, he frantically tries to recall the first aid lessons he'd gotten when he was younger.
He pulls out a chair for her and points at it.] Sit.
[As he searches the kit for gauze and bandages, he glances at her from the corner of his eyes.] How'd this even happen anyway?
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He pulls out a chair for her and points at it.] Sit.
[As he searches the kit for gauze and bandages, he glances at her from the corner of his eyes.] How'd this even happen anyway?