"Really? Urgh, a bowl, a bowl..." One mad dash to the kitchen later, and there was a plastic mop bucket sitting on the floor next to them, as well as some apple juice from the fridge. "You should have a little sip. There weren't any dog bowls in the kitchen, just mugs. So you'll have to stay a person for now."
Tinsel tried to be careful as she wiped away at the blood on Luna's arm, working around what was quickly becoming apparent was not the cut wound she'd assumed was there. Once she realised what had happened, she had to rock back on her heels a minute, taking deep breaths and turning her face away in case she needed to use the mop bucket too.
"That vile monster," she said with deep feeling, trying not to look again until she had the piece of gauze ready in her hands to cover it with. "I can't say the words for what I think of what he did to you."