"I'm not seducing any of them," Emily said with a laugh. "But, I'm glad you two are talking again."
She leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly. "You're good man, Derek." Wiping the remnants of her lipstick from his cheek with her thumb, she smiled softly. "I don't know how I feel, healed or not. There's always risks in everything. Is it selfish to decide not to have children if I'm not healed? To let fear make the choice for me?"
Lifting her glass for another sip, she happened to glance down. The sight of blood soaking through her light blue sweater just where the scar from her injury was caused her to fumble the wine glass. "Oh." As the wine stained her jeans, Emily blinked at the realization the blood had disappeared. "Oh, damn."