Magic. Claire laughed, sort of, a choked humourless kind of thing. It all felt so unreal. To come from her life, so normal and day to day, to the man in the mask and saving his life. All of it and she still didn’t even know his name. She looked at his face again, eyes unseeing and jaw set, explaining to her how nothing made sense. He was right about that.
Her mouth tasted like blood and her back itched where the shirt was fused to another cut and Claire had been through the ringer. She’d had enough and now this. Carefully she placed her hand on her ribs, feeling as she breathed. There wasn’t much to be done. “I need a shower,” she finally said. Because sometimes needs were just easier to prioritise.