She was holding her gut wound shut. Moved her hand to hold it. I aimed for it because it was a prime target for inflicting the most damage, and I don't miss.

[And it kills him all over again to say it; the only way he can seem to manage it is like this, flat and methodical and factual. But his eyes squeeze tightly shut as he does, stinging hot, and after a second he has to open them again from the twisting apprehension in his gut of not wanting to be engulfed in the darkness behind his eyes when he says these things, either.]

I'd lost my other dagger to Ryne earlier. If I'd had it, my next throw would've killed her.