Blood had dripped down his face to speckle his shirt.
Katie nodded and sawed at the root, dripped more blood, then sawed again. She forced herself to continue even as she grew tired. Sticky blood covered the hilt of the dagger, her pants, the root, Deidre's shoe and pants leg. Katie kept on, uncertain what might happen if she stopped for a break.
She twisted her head away as he dripped the blood over her lips.
Memon sat, entranced, as her blood dripped down her arm and hand to the floor.