"No." The word emerges firmly, louder and sterner than they mean for it to, and that's - wrong. Bad. Immediately shut their mouth, flinch, glance away. Don't forget your place. Don't forget that you're smaller than them, even if they don't look it. Don't let it go to your head.

But their gaze lights on the injury on her shoulder regardless, and their brow furrows.

"Did one of them do that?"