[ Simon is nose deep in the spellbook when he's paired up with the young girl, who he gives a distracted nod of acknowledgment after being shuffled about. He's stuck on trying to interpret an ambiguous passage, and he appreciates her giving him time to work through it before he starts talking.
Or that's what he thinks she's doing. The intrusion of the knife into his periphal vision is startling, but not nearly as startling as what it's coated in, and what she's done to her hand - ]
What - oh, no, no, that's no good, that's no good at all -
[ He all but snatches the knife away from her as he snaps the book closed in one hand. Both are unceremoniously dropped as he steps closer, holding his hand out to her with stark worry in his eyes. ]
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Or that's what he thinks she's doing. The intrusion of the knife into his periphal vision is startling, but not nearly as startling as what it's coated in, and what she's done to her hand - ]
What - oh, no, no, that's no good, that's no good at all -
[ He all but snatches the knife away from her as he snaps the book closed in one hand. Both are unceremoniously dropped as he steps closer, holding his hand out to her with stark worry in his eyes. ]
Let me see?