Zenith shyly runs a hand down her hair and down to her reddening neck. “I was thinking to our underclothes. Whatever that may be.”
Carra winces slightly, then she looks up at him with a sigh. “I’m sorry. I was being a bitch. You just wanted to help. I just.. never mind,” she says quietly, tearing a patch of her jeans to reveal a nasty gash in her leg. Her hand glows as she touches it, biting down on her screams.