Sevika sat down, looking up at you with a grumpy expression on her face. Her prosthetic arm is off for now.

you were gently holding her chin while disinfecting her lip, preparing for a pierce, the place on her lip is already marked with a cross.

her hand was messing with her belt, she often looks away from you

• "how much more time will it take?" she mumbled, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow