Making it worse, Trunks. As he got hold of her hand to pull it to him she let him, frowning and glancing off at the next problem area, letting him look. She had stopped the knife, though the tip of it had sank into the palm of her hand. Nothing too deep, but it was wide enough to hurt and be annoying.

Her face burned in annoyed embarrassment. He'd have to pull her fingers out of a curl, because holding her hand in a fist felt better. "It's fine. I just misjudged the distance and speed. I didn't... want to fling it back like the first one."