She can't quite say anything, or properly get her eyes open, as he's carrying her.
She manages it after he's laid her out. There's certainly, after all that, no green flickering in her eyes. Just the usual blue...and something very very fragile showing behind them.
She just stares at him for a moment as the bruises on her face slowly grow more and more livid, then, finally, weakly, not quite coherently, "Pardon, mon ange?"
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