It took effort to unwind herself from CeCe. There was the feeling of supreme gratefulness she was experiencing, of course, but this was also just CeCe herself. She was comfort, and it felt so blessedly good to be in close proximity to the other goddess. Divorce had always felt strongly for CeCe, but at this moment of weakness she felt herself willing to do most anything for her.
After a few deep breaths, Mona reluctantly edged back and away. She hadn't cried, thankfully -- there were some humiliations Divorce didn't think she could survive -- but that felt like it was inevitable, like it was just one wrong step away.
At the mention of her hand, Divorce forced herself to look down at it. It was as much punishment as it was recognition. She wanted a reminder of exactly what horrible thing had happened, and what consequences came with such foolishness. Forcing herself to exhale and wetting her dry lips, Divorce went from staring at her wounded but blissfully bare hand to lovely, darling, caring Comfort Food.
"I... I don't think it should heal," she said, slow and hesitant. "I'm such a mess, CeCe, such a mess. It's better with you here, but I need to get this fixed and you can't stay however long that takes." Raising her hand, she grimaced. "This is a mess, but it helped distract from everything else." She looked away again, unwilling or unable to show just how scared she was at a time like this.