Shira . . . gives a little shrug, offering her hand - the back of her hand is bloodied as if she'd backhanded glass, with little flecks of electric blue scales starting to form at her wrist or . . . perhaps they're starting to fade from her wrist, from how the color seems to drain back into a human flesh tone.
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Shira . . . gives a little shrug, offering her hand - the back of her hand is bloodied as if she'd backhanded glass, with little flecks of electric blue scales starting to form at her wrist or . . . perhaps they're starting to fade from her wrist, from how the color seems to drain back into a human flesh tone.