Screaming, he wanted to scream like---like a bloody little girl, because the shock of his wife appearing before him was too much to handle, the sight of her all bloodied up and dirty was beyond recognition, her words----she was missing a toe? Patrick blinked as this information sunk into his mind and gaped at Lyssandra before lurching forward.
"Are you sure you counted right!" was all his frantic mind could offer as he rushed toward her. Patrick grabbed hold of Lyssandra's forearms to keep her up right. His eyes jumped all over her face, her clothes, everything was--she was a mess, she was a complete mess, everythiing was---"Ten! Ten on each foot!"
Why did he care about one toe? If that was all that was wrong with Lyssandra he should be jumping for joy, but the panic Patrick now it was like the past two weeks had rolled into this very moment and he was completely and entirely overwhelmed. "Does it hurt? What hurts? We're going to Mungo's, I'll owl Pri!"
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