[She tilts her head a little. That almost sounds like a warning. Is he trying to be kind to her? She can't ascertain the motives behind his attitude, but her expression - a grim neutral - does soften just slightly.]
I will be fine. Slivers heal, yes? Better not to surprise others.
[Since it happens to be her fault and all. She plucks an alarmingly mushy beet out from amidst the worst of the glass with ginger fingers, and sets it carefully on a nearby plate.]
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I will be fine. Slivers heal, yes? Better not to surprise others.
[Since it happens to be her fault and all. She plucks an alarmingly mushy beet out from amidst the worst of the glass with ginger fingers, and sets it carefully on a nearby plate.]
Besides. Tough hands.
[She's trying to be reassuring, in her own way.]