"Here goes nothing."

Ema gripped the knife, gave Heiji a quick look in the eyes to confirm, then slowly pulled it out. It wasn't that she was trying to make it some terrible ordeal or anything, she just wasn't a professional knifer and wanted to make sure she wasn't making the wound worse. Likewise, removing it took a little more force, sounded a little fleshier than she'd expected--

--But then the knife slipped free, and she quickly dropped it into the sink. Right, no problem. A shaky breath, then she could finally risk a glance at Heiji's face.

"Doing okay? Let's get this off."