skin to bone

weiss opens her mouth to speak and has to clamp down on a sob. it comes out of her, anyway, twisted and pathetic. “my eye,” she manages, “it hurts.”winter’s arms tighten around her waist before she lets go and sits up. it could almost be a hug. “alright,” she says evenly. “take deep breaths. i’ll get you an ice pack.”don’t leave, weiss doesn’t say. she curls around the space winter left, presses both hands over her eye like that’ll help. “okay.” or, the schnees, hugs, and injuries.