[ her wind pipes seal over, because the wheezing slips into regular breathing, her chest rising and falling as if she were simply waking up. she blinks a few times, her fingers twitch, itching to close around a weapon, but her labrys is jammed underneath her on her back. she inhales sharply, once, as the wound closes entirely, disappearing like it was never there in the first place. the only trace of it is the blood down her chin and neck and the blood drenched in kovacs's hands. ]
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[ she looks up at him and his bewilderment. ]
You look like you saw a ghost.