Abby looks surprised by the sudden trade proposal, but nods all the same. "Okay."

It'll probably go quicker if Clarisse helps — and she'll be more gentle to Abby than Abby will be to herself, too. Hmm. Before she can examine that thought more closely she strokes her hand through Clarisse's hair, half to feel for where she landed, half to comfort her. She's tense, wincing from pain.

She says, "Holy shit Clarisse," soft and concerned when her fingers find the lump near her ear. She skims her fingers gently near it. There's no blood matting in her hair or anything, she didn't break the skin. But it has to really fucking hurt.