action;

[ jinx sighs, feeling rather guilty of having her father suggesting to finish up dinner and retreating to the living room to fetch for the kit. she'd protest if it weren't for silco already disappearing, so instead, she does what she is told and cleans her fingers with water in lukewarm temperature. when he returns, she mutely wanders over while drying off her hands and pick out the band-aids (particularly the ones with funny designs). ]

I'm sorry.

[ she mutters finally, fastening the gauze on one finger and then the next. ]

I'm making you work more again. ... But really, I can finish cooking.