[It does have Carolina looking at his head, as if there might actually be a nail sticking in there that she had somehow missed. It would be a rather strange nail, as she would have noticed the blood from the wound, but in a place where plants grow on your skin, who is to say.
She takes a silent seat next to him, elbows resting on her own knees as she temples her fingers, resting her chin in turn on them.]
I couldn't keep track of everyone. If I had- [Well, maybe he wouldn't be in this position.]
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She takes a silent seat next to him, elbows resting on her own knees as she temples her fingers, resting her chin in turn on them.]
I couldn't keep track of everyone. If I had- [Well, maybe he wouldn't be in this position.]