( There's something so natural about this method of communication for her — an entire childhood of talking this way with Marc, and recent years allowing herself and Faith to have this familiar link — that, even after Ignis shoots up out of bed and winces, Kate's lips don't start moving in order for her to talk. )
( Shit. You alright? )
( She slides back onto the bed, leaning over and brushing a hand across his forearm. )
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Date: 2019-02-17 10:30 pm (UTC)( Shit. You alright? )
( She slides back onto the bed, leaning over and brushing a hand across his forearm. )
( ...Ice pack? )
( An ice pack would probably be good. )