when she steps inside the loft she needn’t say a word, the smell
            of dried blood which stains her clothes had already given away her
            arrival. she aches with each step, but was overall fine, sustaining
            nothing that wouldn’t heal with a little bit of rest. a sigh of relief
            expels passed lips as she drops on the couch, head turning toward
            the stair case the moment she hears him move from up above.

            ‘ —- it’s not as bad as it looks. ‘ she tries to explain before he
              begins to scold her for getting into trouble.