[He raises and eyebrow at the offered screen, realising fairly quickly that she must be unable to speak. He needs his glasses to read properly, but they're over the other side of the room, so he makes do with squinting.]
That will be a help. [He lifts a hand free of the blanket to point at the fabric she's holding - the arm in question having several bloody scraps wrapped around it already.] I've destroyed my bedding already.
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That will be a help. [He lifts a hand free of the blanket to point at the fabric she's holding - the arm in question having several bloody scraps wrapped around it already.] I've destroyed my bedding already.