[She knew it would be something horrible - Anya doesn't just go slitting throats for fun - but it doesn't do much to quell the sudden rage, the eruption of fury heating her blood. It doesn't stop her eyes flaring white.
She doesn't want to quell his bloodloss, she wants tear it out of him.
Jean takes a deep breath, gets a handle on the fury raging in her chest. That's not who she wants to be, is it?
Anya is fine. She handled it.
Jean closes her eyes, and when she opens them, the light has faded.]
I'm glad you're okay. [And yeah, she sounds proud.] Hopefully he's learned his lesson.
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She doesn't want to quell his bloodloss, she wants tear it out of him.
Jean takes a deep breath, gets a handle on the fury raging in her chest. That's not who she wants to be, is it?
Anya is fine. She handled it.
Jean closes her eyes, and when she opens them, the light has faded.]
I'm glad you're okay. [And yeah, she sounds proud.] Hopefully he's learned his lesson.