From The Grey House:
Vincent watched as the look in her eyes changed. Where before there had been some turmoil, now there was acceptance. Then her determination came through and she started to stand. Vincent helped her up. Once on her feet, she stood tall and seemed unhurt. Other than holding her right arm folded in front of her torso, and the small amount of blood where the bullet grazed her, she hid her signs of injury. She somehow managed not to feel her pain in order to fight for him, to help him win. He cocked his head slightly and squinted, as if trying to peer into her thoughts. Even now, she was standing defiantly, trying to stare him down. He finally identified her look.
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