tinymush
(she/her pronouns)
Hana bit her lip, a distressed hum bubbling from her throat. She was embarrassed and flustered and she really, really didn't think sending an inexperienced, injured teenager on a raid was the best idea, even if the cut wasn't the most serious in the world. She took Raxton's sleeve from him, glad to see something she wasn't completely helpless at, and tied it around his hand quickly.
"Is this- is it too tight? Or not tight enough?" she fretted.
"Is this- is it too tight? Or not tight enough?" she fretted.