Midori shook her head. What could she say? Even telling him that she’d nearly been killed would make her sick. The last thing Midori wanted to do was go back to thinking about ‘what happened’, so she just shook her head again and walked faster, away from him.
Midori began to move through the house slowly, bumping into a table in the process. She made a high-pitched ‘eep’ and jolted upright when she did but didn’t look back at Kyle to shrug it off. When she got to a chair, Midori sat down heavily and crossed her arms over her chest. She felt a prickling in the back of her neck and numbly reached over to feel it. Blood from where the tailor had grazed her…
"…Can I…have something to drink?" Midori asked quietly. She had a headache, so maybe she should get some water.
Kyle watched as the poor girl stumbled through the room. She didn’t look very well at all. As a matter of fact, he could have sworn that he had seen blood just a moment ago.
He was a bit baffled by her request. Surely, she required medical attention first and foremost. Still, Midori seemed rather shaken up, so he supposed it was alright. At least she was safe, now that she was here.
“Of course. Please wait right here.” He said, though he didn’t think she’d be moving any time soon, before turning and walking away. When he returned, He had both a glass of water, and some bandages, and he set them down on the table for her.
“Here you are. Now then, are you ready to tell me what happened?”