[Yeah, she wouldn't expect it to be. And there's that strange feeling of vulnerability without intimacy that Erika is so used to being on the other side of, but can handle from this end anyways; she does what she needs to with only slight hesitations, skipping over awkwardness entirely.
She doesn't say a word until she's done. And then, it's just:]
Like that?
[A last check before she discards the old wrappings and washes her hands.]
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She doesn't say a word until she's done. And then, it's just:]
Like that?
[A last check before she discards the old wrappings and washes her hands.]