Seven hells, she hurt everywhere. She almost wanted to keep lying there, and just shut her eyes, but the pain and her father's voice woke her. Her eyes opened slowly, and she blinked a few times, attempting to get her vision into focus. It looked like there were two Tyrith Lannisters crouched over her with protective fatherly concern.
What had happened, anyhow? Her head felt so muddled, and it was pounding. As she thought about it, she remembered and her eyes suddenly shot wide open from fear. She reached out to grab her father's hand, swiftly but very clumsily, missing completely at first, and then seizing his sleeve afterward.
"It..." even her voice was weak. "It wasn't an accident."