[And as if the kittens themselves were keen to answer the question for him, there is a cacophony of mews and the distinct sound of soft little bodies scrambling out of one of the other inhabitants' cabinets. The poor soul a good distance from them. Barnabas' eyes trails over to the scene, then back to his knife.]
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[And as if the kittens themselves were keen to answer the question for him, there is a cacophony of mews and the distinct sound of soft little bodies scrambling out of one of the other inhabitants' cabinets. The poor soul a good distance from them. Barnabas' eyes trails over to the scene, then back to his knife.]
βthere.
[A beat.]
You are still bleeding.