"...Damn it, Charlie..." She tugged off her t-shirt without a second thought, going to her knees beside him on the bed and pulling his bleeding hand to her. Dabbing it off, she sighed, voice gone quiet again.
"I've never been blind, so I don't know how screwed up it is. The blind seer seemed to get around fine, though, and you have senses even more heightened than hers. Why do you want to see the world, anyway? It's an ugly place, full of ugly people who just want to hurt you."
Her eyes flickered, then; she pulled the still-bloody hand to her lips and kissed over his fingers, gentle, soft.
"...Always thought minotaurs were cool." A low murmur of sound, against his skin. "Giant beasts with the heads of bulls and the bodies of men, man-eaters able to navigate impossible labyrinths with ease, like ancient gods. I always thought there was only one of them, but apparently not. ...I didn't tell you your life was half-over, Charlie...I told you that Arkady had said that. Just because he said it doesn't make it true. He might be old, but that doesn't mean he knows everything."