"Showing?" Natasha thought it was strange for him to pad out, go into the kitchen, and sit at Clint's feet. Now she became more curious. Rising from her seat, she walked into the kitchen, picked up the collar, and frowned. As she turned the leather in her hands, she could see specs of red on there.
"What the- is that blood on here?" She looked over at Samandriel. "Your blood?"