Guilt

"That's for trapping me in the stupid blanket!" She huffs, glaring at you with a mixture of anger and satisfaction.

 "Aw..."

Hanna looks a bit guilty at your response, her anger fading somewhat at the sight of your injured arm. She glances at the scratches on your arm, her expression softening just a bit.

"Serves you right," she mutters, though her voice lacks the bite it had a few moments ago.

Hanna's expression falters slightly as she notices the small trickle of blood caused by her scratches. There's a hint of guilt in her eyes, but she still seems defiant and somewhat unrepentant for her actions.

With Hanna free from the blankets, you decide to leave her alone, perhaps as a mild form of payback for scratching you. She looks a bit surprised and hurt as you walk away, leaving her sitting on the bed.

You leave Hanna on the bed, still looking somewhat sulky and dejected, and head to the bathroom to attend to the scratch on your arm. You carefully cleanse it with some water and a bandage, making sure to tend to the injury caused by Hanna's claws.

As you clean the scratch, you realize that it's actually deeper than you thought. The scratches left by Hanna's claws went deep enough to draw a decent amount of blood, and the pain is more intense than it initially felt.

Feeling a bit concerned about the depth of the wounds, you debate whether or not you should get some gauze or first aid supplies to treat them properly. The cuts are still bleeding, although not heavily, and they're starting to throb more and more as the adrenaline wears off.

 Hanna appears by the bathroom door, her expression having changed completely from before. Her previous irritation and defiant look are gone, replaced by sorrow and concern. She looks at you with big, sad eyes, her expression apologetic and worried.

Tears start to well up in Hanna's eyes as she looks at you. Her face is the epitome of guilt and remorse, as if she's fully realized the extent of what she's done. She starts to sniffle a little, her lower lip trembling as she looks at the wounds she caused.

Seeing her tears, you approach Hanna and wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She doesn't resist, instead burying her face in your chest and clutching onto you tightly.

Hanna's grip on you tightens as you hold her, her body trembling slightly as she tries to control her tears. As you look at her, you can sense the deep-seated fear and insecurity that's driving her actions. She's terrified of being alone, of being abandoned again.

As you hold Hanna, you can feel her clinging to you desperately, her small frame trembling slightly with emotion. The realization hits you that it's not just about being alone for her. It's about the fear of losing you, the one person who has given her some sense of security and belonging.

Despite the pain from the scratch, you push it aside for the moment, focusing on comforting Hanna. The physical pain is overshadowed by the emotional pain you can feel emanating from her as she holds onto you, her tears staining your shirt.

Hanna continues to cling to you, her sobs growing quieter as she gradually regains some composure. She's still sniffling a bit, her breathing unsteady, but she's starting to calm down a bit now that she feels reassured that you're here, and that you're not going anywhere.

You begin to rub her back, gently kneading your fingers into her muscles in a soothing gesture. Hanna responds to this, leaning into your touch, her sobs gradually subsiding further as she relaxes under your hand.

As you continue to rub her back, Hanna's mind seems to wander to a darker place. She starts to imagine what it would be like if you weren't here, if you weren't around to hold her and comfort her. The mere thought of losing you, of being abandoned again, makes her shudder and cling even tighter to you.

Hanna's efforts to hold back her tears are in vain. As she thinks about the possibility of losing you, the emotional dam bursts, and the tears start flowing freely down her face. She buries her face deeper into your chest, her shoulders shaking as she sobs quietly.

"Just...let it all out, I'll always be here, don't worry."

Hanna listens to your words, the soothing comfort in them helping to calm her down. With your reassurances, she lets herself cry, letting out all the grief, fear, and hurt that's been building up inside her. Her sobs grow louder, but they're mixed with a sense of relief, the knowledge that you'll always be there for her.

You lift Hanna up, allowing her to wrap her arms around your neck, clinging to you tightly. The physical closeness and the feeling of having you hold her make her feel safer, her body slowly relaxing against yours.

With your comfort and support, Hanna finally feels like she can open up about her feelings. She starts to pour out everything that's been weighing on her: her fear of being alone, her insecurity about not being wanted, her desperation for affection and a sense of belonging. The words come out in between sobs, her tears wetting your shoulder as she pours her heart out to you.

Listening to her words, you can feel the weight of her emotions and the depth of her pain. It's clear that Hanna's been holding onto these feelings for a long time, and it's a relief for her to finally be able to share them with someone who genuinely cares and understands.

The act of opening up and sharing her feelings seems to have a calming effect on Hanna. The emotional catharsis is helping her to release the pent-up tension and sadness that's been building up inside her. Her sobs start to subside once again, transforming into soft sniffles and shaky breaths.

Hanna realizes that she can feel the bandage on your arm against her back, and her expression changes to one of remorse once more. She looks up at you, her eyes watery and sad, still feeling guilty for scratching you earlier.

Before Hanna can say anything, you place your hand over her mouth, preventing her from apologizing. Your gesture is gentle but firm, signaling to her that you don't want to hear another apology.

Despite you stopping her from apologizing, Hanna can't hold back her tears. The mixture of emotions she's feeling right now - remorse, sadness, relief - is overwhelming her, and the tears start to flow unhindered once more.

Hanna's hand slowly slides up from your chest to rest on your shoulders, her fingers lightly gripping the fabric of your shirt. The gesture is a mix of vulnerability and trust, a silent plea for closeness and comfort.

With her hand resting on your shoulder, Hanna uses it as leverage to pull herself closer to you, her lips pressing more firmly against yours as she kisses you deeper. Her movements are a bit clumsy, still shaky from the emotional turmoil of a moment ago, but there's a clear undercurrent of desire and need in her actions.

While the kiss between the two of you deepens, you can still feel the occasional twinge of pain from the scratch Hanna gave you earlier. The stinging sensation serves as a reminder of the emotional hurt she was feeling moments ago, and the depth of her feelings for you.

Hanna, determined to get closer to you despite the difference in your heights, arches her body upwards on the tips of her toes. She presses her body as close to yours as possible, her arms wrapping tighter around your neck, drawing you even deeper into the kiss.

You lift your hand from her mouth and gently rest it against her cheek instead. This gesture is one of comfort and reassurance, a silent message letting her know that it's okay, that you understand, and that you're here to support her no matter what

You pull Hanna closer, bringing her face closer to yours. The proximity between the two of you feels more intimate than before, and the air is thick with a mix of emotions - pain, comfort, and a budding closeness.

You lean in, closing the distance between you and Hanna, and place a gentle kiss on her lips. The kiss is soft and tender, a gesture of comfort, reassurance, and perhaps something deeper.