[ Bree nods, letting out a soft breath and pulling back just enough to let her mother do whatever she needs to. Whether that's brushing her hair out now, braiding it, or healing her.
She hasn't seen the state of her own bruises on her legs, around her hips. There was no time to look at anything, think. She was just back, on the floor, then in her mother's arms. ]
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She hasn't seen the state of her own bruises on her legs, around her hips. There was no time to look at anything, think. She was just back, on the floor, then in her mother's arms. ]