Oh, you needn't be afraid, my dear.... I can hardly feel a thing.
[ That certainly does not answer the question, but her whispers are soothing and calm regardless, giving the other woman her trademark smile. Does she mean that the shock of the injury has prevented her from feeling pain? Is she putting on a brave face for Sumina's sake? Or is it that she physically cannot feel it? It's hard to tell, given the cryptic nature of her answer, but the fact remains that she seems very okay with this all. ]
Rather, it is you I am concerned about... perhaps I should distract them?
[ Yes, far more important than whatever is going on with her wound. She can't really see what's going on back there, but she has to assume it looks bad. If Sumina is observant, she'll see that there's no blood running from the wound or staining her dress at all, as Giselle twists a bit to look at what's at their disposal. There's certainly a variety of things in a kitchen of this size, just across the way of their counter, not to mention several exits. The shadows, on the other hand, are waving the flour away with big swings of that same pan, whacking it on the counter once to intimidate the pair of them for good measure.
Rather than say another word, thanks to the startling sound from above, she merely gestures a hand in the direction away from herself — then pushes over a stool under the counter in the opposite direction to (hopefully) draw the shadows away from Sumina herself. ]
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[ That certainly does not answer the question, but her whispers are soothing and calm regardless, giving the other woman her trademark smile. Does she mean that the shock of the injury has prevented her from feeling pain? Is she putting on a brave face for Sumina's sake? Or is it that she physically cannot feel it? It's hard to tell, given the cryptic nature of her answer, but the fact remains that she seems very okay with this all. ]
Rather, it is you I am concerned about... perhaps I should distract them?
[ Yes, far more important than whatever is going on with her wound. She can't really see what's going on back there, but she has to assume it looks bad. If Sumina is observant, she'll see that there's no blood running from the wound or staining her dress at all, as Giselle twists a bit to look at what's at their disposal. There's certainly a variety of things in a kitchen of this size, just across the way of their counter, not to mention several exits. The shadows, on the other hand, are waving the flour away with big swings of that same pan, whacking it on the counter once to intimidate the pair of them for good measure.
Rather than say another word, thanks to the startling sound from above, she merely gestures a hand in the direction away from herself — then pushes over a stool under the counter in the opposite direction to (hopefully) draw the shadows away from Sumina herself. ]