[Yeah, this is going to be kind of awkward. Her shirt may be a mess, but Emily doesn't want to destroy it much further. There are already tears in it around the wound from the wendigo's fangs (ew), so getting to the bite won't be too bad. But Chris might still have to cut some more fabric away. At that point, she may as well just take her shirt off. Honestly, though, if she could, she would clean it herself, but she hasn't got much of a choice.
The first part of his answer earns him a frown. No shit. There are monster cats outside, and these buildings look ridiculous.
But then he tells her what actually happened, and her eyes go wide.] What the hell? How?
[And then, only a moment later, when her mind finishes processing the magnitude of what he's said--] Were you buried?
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The first part of his answer earns him a frown. No shit. There are monster cats outside, and these buildings look ridiculous.
But then he tells her what actually happened, and her eyes go wide.] What the hell? How?
[And then, only a moment later, when her mind finishes processing the magnitude of what he's said--] Were you buried?