So, does this make sense? What does it say to you?
Taking a moment, Winter rotated her wrist, watching for the tell-tale pulsing in the flow of blood that meant she was in real trouble. Of course, it had been so long that if an artery had been severed she would have never made it home... but she preferred to be cautious. Rivulets of blood rose and trailed lazily down to drip chrysanthemums into the clear water, but the ooze remained steady.
Thanks!