The blank look Allison got in response was worrisome--but she'd still seen worse, or at least similar. She'd seen varying degrees of animal emotion in her life, felt them in some degree...if Allison hadn't learned to compartmentalize so early on, she could have been Snow, which was a troubling thought.

With a breath, Allison rose, but didn't straighten, shuffling forward and sinking to a crouch again closer--about a foot, still on Snow's level. It was a compromise between behaving normally and taking the same caution she'd give any wounded creature in the wild.

"Can I see your hand? Please?"