The way Letty shifts her own body to cover them better from sight from the rest of the room is automatic, using one hand in her skirts to give that little bit extra that only such garments can; mostly she's twisting to see, though, surprised to see Arthur here.
Her eyes narrow - "Arthur, my God, you can't go anywhere can you -" But she manages to stop herself from touching his cheek at all lest she get blood on her fine lady's hands, settling for his chin instead to hold him steady while she looks. Quickly. She's letting go in less than a three count, making an impatient noise that means she's not happy but it'll keep.
It just has Arthur grinning rakishly, used to the cuts and bruises but not
the chastising attention of a pretty woman in reaction. "Ah, I'm alright,
aren't I? Just a few cuts. He ain't stepping on your feet, is he?"
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Her eyes narrow - "Arthur, my God, you can't go anywhere can you -" But she manages to stop herself from touching his cheek at all lest she get blood on her fine lady's hands, settling for his chin instead to hold him steady while she looks. Quickly. She's letting go in less than a three count, making an impatient noise that means she's not happy but it'll keep.
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It just has Arthur grinning rakishly, used to the cuts and bruises but not the chastising attention of a pretty woman in reaction. "Ah, I'm alright, aren't I? Just a few cuts. He ain't stepping on your feet, is he?"
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"Let me worry about my feet. You two be quick."