cw; minor self-injury

[Raine reaches over, briskly takes the switchblade from him. She turns her left hand palm-up -- the bracelets there clank softly -- and scores a swift line over the heel of her palm, grimacing faintly as she does. She's had worse, of course, but she doesn't generally go in for inflicting injury solely for practice; it's been years since she did, back when she was first adrift in Sylvarant and still desperately needed practical repetition of first aid, with only Genis for company.]

[Still. The sooner they know what Cain's doing, the sooner he can control it. Raine offers him her hand, wordless, to see what happens.]