[She moves quickly anyway, heading for the doorway to flip the switch. There's a bit of a mess on the floor, she can see it when she turns around - books, broken glass, Ion's pillow. Nothing they can't put back in order.
What she cannot see is the (small) trail of blood running from the cut on her forehead where the book made contact. It hurts, a little, but she thinks she's just growing a nice lump and will get herself some ice later. So she rejoins Ion on the floor, smiling through a curtain of worry.]
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[She moves quickly anyway, heading for the doorway to flip the switch. There's a bit of a mess on the floor, she can see it when she turns around - books, broken glass, Ion's pillow. Nothing they can't put back in order.
What she cannot see is the (small) trail of blood running from the cut on her forehead where the book made contact. It hurts, a little, but she thinks she's just growing a nice lump and will get herself some ice later. So she rejoins Ion on the floor, smiling through a curtain of worry.]
See? Just your bedroom, after all.