[ What would almost certainly have been an impressive proclamation of self-sufficiency is interrupted by more ouchies. Valmont clutches his hand, wincing, and his eyes dart between Emma, Anya, and the increasingly tempting relief promised by the cool washcloth. Finally, reluctantly, to Anya: ]
Ughhh. Just be quick about it.
[ He snatches up the cloth and, with a hiss of pain, presses it to his injured hand. It does make him feel better, and he hates it. The teakettle continues to whistle behind him. ]
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[ What would almost certainly have been an impressive proclamation of self-sufficiency is interrupted by more ouchies. Valmont clutches his hand, wincing, and his eyes dart between Emma, Anya, and the increasingly tempting relief promised by the cool washcloth. Finally, reluctantly, to Anya: ]
Ughhh. Just be quick about it.
[ He snatches up the cloth and, with a hiss of pain, presses it to his injured hand. It does make him feel better, and he hates it. The teakettle continues to whistle behind him. ]