[Edward braces himself and finally takes a breath. The scent of the drying blood is thick in the air, but it is dead blood right now, and is not appealing. At least there is that.
I'm assuming that he won't smell anything more than Dylan did, however. Only blood, cool and congealing.
He does examine the gash carefully, looking for if the edges appear more torn, as if something pointy but not sharp was dragged across her skin to create it, or cut, like a sharp blade was used. He also looks at her fingertips. Are they dirty too? Does it look like she just had dirt from before under her fingernails or are her fingertips also dirty? Does it seem recent? Are any of those nails broken as if in a struggle?]
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I'm assuming that he won't smell anything more than Dylan did, however. Only blood, cool and congealing.
He does examine the gash carefully, looking for if the edges appear more torn, as if something pointy but not sharp was dragged across her skin to create it, or cut, like a sharp blade was used. He also looks at her fingertips. Are they dirty too? Does it look like she just had dirt from before under her fingernails or are her fingertips also dirty? Does it seem recent? Are any of those nails broken as if in a struggle?]