[...Well, shit. Interaction between Constantin and Claire--and great question, lolol.]
Claire
She slowly let's her head, already cradled in such cold, cold hands, fall rest against his forehead. Claire quietly sighs, eyes shining again with tears; sadness, pain, confusion...what isn't she feeling?
"Inside." She clutches at her shirt, practically clawing at it, really, as she stares straight into Constantin's eyes, not truly seeing them. The way she says 'inside' seems to imply something deeper than just a flesh wound because really, isn't that what all physical wounds are?
Her gaze grows more distant, looking very far away, or perhaps just to the middle distance. "Outside, too. What's outside is in and inside out, because they're the same. But different. Mine, but not mine." The hand already clutching her shirt twists as she pitches forward again with a whimper, clonking her skull again his; she doesn't seem to register the outside pain.
(((OOC: Ashton-- for new Sam PB, I have this dashing lad, mayhap?)))