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It had been Myfanwy's first assignment as a field agent and the adrenaline was pumping. She was in the car with Robert, breathing heavily. She winced.
"What is it?" Gestalt asked.
"Target got a few good blows in," she admitted. "I'll be ok."
"May I see?" they pressed. She lifted up her top to reveal the fresh bruises. Gestalt's hand traced them lightly. She gasped at the feel of their cold skin. They retracted immediately. "Sorry," they said, blowing on their hands.
Myfanwy smiled at their look of concern and covered their hands with her own. "Cold hands, warm heart "