" She brought out the first-aid kit—ever-efficient Summerset—and sat to tend the wounds. “Jesus, I really went at you. That’s bad enough, but scratching and biting like a girl. It’s mortifying.” “You got a couple of punches in, if it makes you feel better.” “I’m a crappy person, because it does a little.” “Rang my bell once.” “And still a little more.” She looked up at him. “Do you ever wonder who the hell we are, that somehow we’ll be okay that I bloodied you?” “We’re exactly who we’re supposed to be. "