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I was confused about this too. Apparently my brain wrote it in after watching this amazing performance.

“There was always a nose kiss!!” Nope. Sorry.

“Christ, have I hurt ye, Claire?”

Blinking away the tears, I could see his face, hovering anxiously over me.

“No,” I said stupidly. “My nose is broken, though, I think.”

“No, it isn’t,” he said, gently feeling the bridge of my nose.

“When ye break your nose, it makes a nasty crunching sound, and ye bleed like a pig. It’s all right.”

I felt gingerly beneath my nostrils, but he was right; I wasn’t bleeding. The pain had receded quickly, too.