[Fucking shit, if that isn't an insane thing to say. Odette laughs - sharp, a bark, even if it hurts her head to do so. Nutjob. But, hey, she's kind of one, too, so she it isn't like she minds it.]

This really ain't a big deal. [Regardless, she turns her head a little so Giselle can have her closer look, even while simultaneously waving her off with an irritable flick of her hand.] Clean it up and maybe give it a couple of stitches... a lil field medicine is all it needs.

[What doesn't kill her doesn't matter to her, and right now? That isn't really a concern of hers. Her words may not be as dark or gruesome as Giselle's, but the flippant disregard is right on target. As her head's bent to the side, grudgingly accepting the assistance she doesn't need for the time being (as soon as it feels like a waste of time, she'll rip herself away), she gives a halfhearted shrug.]

'Less you're perfect or just having a good time, something doesn't need to harm you for it to fuck you up. [This is said with equal disregard: Even before her current circumstances, Odette's life was a piece on a gameboard. Harm might just be another hurdle to overcome, by now. Context, however, is everything; Giselle is unhurt but damaged.]