[ That gets a smile out of her, endeared but far more genuine than most would be accustomed to. Perhaps not William, though. ]

I’m fine.

[ Except, the tissue pressing into raw skin leaves her wincing! She gently pulls away the hand that he isn’t currently tending to, licking away the blood, as if it’s nothing unusual. She’s rather admiring the sight of him tending to her, though. ]

You know, you might look different, but when I take in the sight of you, my chest is filled with the same love that I felt before. [ Reaching out, her fingertips trace along one of those enlarged horns. She’s not sure if she’s just imagining it, so she doesn’t say anything about it— yet! ]