Oh-- oh god. Oh my god, ew. Okay, that's-- that's a little graphic, there. Not even the years of gory movies or the real life troll blood left on their weapons or that time she saw A PERSON GET EATEN IN FRONT OF HER have desensitized her enough for this shit. She covers her face, more worried about getting blood on that than her clothes, and kind of... strategically skitters behind him while he continues to be super gross and woodsy. Wildernessy! Knife-saw-y... bleh.

"Yes, I was totally muttering angrily about you for no reason. You really are a soul-sucking bitch-- Of course not! I meant Sharon." Just gonna peek over his shoulder, see how it's all coming along-- NOPE. Back to crouching.