"I'm ok," she tried to assure him, keeping her palm stubbornly over the physical evidence of her humiliation. But the second he stooped to peer into her face, she reluctantly pulled it away, pressing her lips into a thin line and trying not to look like she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it forever. "I told you I was a spaz," she reminded him suddenly, very aware of how stupid she looked and hoping that he didn't think she was completely insane.
Leaning into the soft kiss he pressed against her sore forehead, she hissed gently in through her teeth before reluctantly drawing back and crossing to the kitchen where she'd left her wand. A quick charm had frozen a small portion of a washcloth, and she brought it tenderly, hesitantly to the growing lump above her eye. "I wasn't just saying that. I'm a disaster." But she grinned feebly at him and shrugged. "I guess it's pretty convenient having a healer around when you're as injury-prone as I am."
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