Doubts?
It took a few seconds for the idea to speak to register into me. "Why do you have that?"
Alissa scrambled for words, haphazardly returning the knife into her pocket. "I—I found this in the market the other day, I thought it was beautiful so I bought it."
I breathed, feeling the blood dripping down my arm. "You still shouldn't bring that around, you could hurt yourself."
She was fumbling her other pocket for her handkerchief. "Well in the end I wasn't the one who got hurt, but you. I apologize for this, Rosie."
Alissa dabbed the handkerchief into my wrist, the composure she'd carefully placed upon herself earlier disappearing. Panic caused her hands to shake, making me wrap my own hand around them.
"Relax," I told her, "it's just a tiny cut."