Pain was tactile, and gustatory. Not many people realized that. Pain tasted hot and bitter against the inside of the lower gumline. Even without the Touch, Jake would have noticed the flinch, the way her eyes widened and her hand moved. A gunslinger knew the coppery scent of blood when it hit the air.
Jake's own eyes widened in shock. "Dinah? What just happened?" He acknowledged her request with a glance towards the kitchen before coming to the abrupt decision that the damn lasagna could burn for all he cared. She was hurt. Bleeding. How?