[It's become part of the ritual. She leans in close, her lips hovering over his, and softly answers:] No. [Then, she kisses him, brief and chaste. Adds,] Barely feel it.
[It's just skin. When it was an open wound, it had been the worst thing to happen to her, but now it's just a scar. A memory, of pain and fortitude and stubbornness. Her legs feel fine, and she illustrates that by squeezing them around his waist gradually.] What else do you want?
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[It's just skin. When it was an open wound, it had been the worst thing to happen to her, but now it's just a scar. A memory, of pain and fortitude and stubbornness. Her legs feel fine, and she illustrates that by squeezing them around his waist gradually.] What else do you want?