By this point, the nosebleeds don't panic her. It's an unpleasant reminder of what's to come-- but mostly it's a nuisance, and right now it's a stain both literal and figurative on what was a near-perfect afternoon.

"It'll be okay," she murmurs, coming closer, tucking her tongue against her lip-- it's probably an old wives' tale, that it will end it faster, but these days she'll try nearly anything.

She walks into the towel he's holding, leaning against him, feeling only a bit deflated.