[Krile slumps down gratefully. She's sure that Grandpa could go on with much worse than this. But it's obviously going to take a little more time and practice to get to his level of toughness.
She unwraps her hand from her other arm and shrugs off her jacket, revealing a deep, ragged, and bloody gash from the bird's talons--the blood she's been trying to hold back flows again and she quickly grabs hold of it again with a hiss.]
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She unwraps her hand from her other arm and shrugs off her jacket, revealing a deep, ragged, and bloody gash from the bird's talons--the blood she's been trying to hold back flows again and she quickly grabs hold of it again with a hiss.]
Not much of a friendly handshake.