[Her fingers shifted to explore a different part of her leg. Almost all dead... Maybe, with determination, one day Fang might find one spot that could still feel in full.]

[She presses her lips to Chariot's forehead.] I'm sorry. [This time, the words were a little different. They shared her heartache in the Bond, and even though Fang was trying to let her guilt just be instead of suppressing it, this apology could've been as much condolence for loss as admission of guilt.]

Process it long as you need. Never know what'll happen down the line. The body knits back together pretty quick, but it takes a long time to really heal.

Anything feel... more, than anything else? A spot, or the water? The heat?