 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Tamara’s expression made Dynah immediately regret asking her to do such a thing; really, Dy couldn’t blame her. That twig was under that toenail rather good. The Hufflepuff had actually opened her mouth to let Tam know that it was okay and she’d do it herself but the Ravenclaw nodded and was already reaching forward for the offending object.
“Three. Gotcha.” And with that, Dynah squeezed her eyes shut again. Braced for the stinging or burning or whatever pain was to come, she did nothing but wait until Tam counted to three. Dy felt the pluck that meant the twig was removed. She kept her eyes shut, allowing the stinging sensation to pass. Dy did not cry out or gave any sort of indication of that feeling but sat there until the feeling began to fade. What made everything better was Tam holding onto her hand. Without realising it, she was squeezing the other girl’s.
“Thanks,’’ Dy remarked when she opened her eyes and gave her toe a cautious wiggle. “There doesn’t seem to be any damage done.” No blood trickling out or so; this was good. She turned to give Tam a war smile while removing her hand {regretfully} from Tam's. "Didn't mean to squish your hand, sorry." |