[ At first she's not quite sure what she's seeing. She must have the wrong leg, this is an old cut. But — the blood stain on denim is still there. This was definitely bleeding not twenty minutes ago. Her hand had been halfway to the pouch that holds the gauze and disinfectants, but she pauses when she realizes there's really no need for it.
The sight gets a few seconds of consideration then, thoughtfully, she drops her hovering hand and leans back on her heels, shooting a look up at Kara.
There's a lot of questions in that look, but none of them make it into voice. They don't need to. She has enough faith in Kara to trust she knows exactly what Carrie's wanting to know. ]
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The sight gets a few seconds of consideration then, thoughtfully, she drops her hovering hand and leans back on her heels, shooting a look up at Kara.
There's a lot of questions in that look, but none of them make it into voice. They don't need to. She has enough faith in Kara to trust she knows exactly what Carrie's wanting to know. ]