She was going to have a bump? How was she going to explain that? She couldn't think of a story that would be plausible really. Best idea, she supposed, would be to claim illness for a few days. Even though she was certainly not taking his advice to get drunk. Somehow Sigyn didn't think that was a good combination with a head wound.
And though he said it wasn't too bad, it must be a little worse than he was letting on. Because he wasn't pushing to get her out of his house, he was trying to tease her. The same man that got bent out of shape when she teased him originally was teasing her. So either she was more hurt than he was suggesting... or he felt pity for her.
It was probably the latter. Because he was teasing about the seduction attempt. It had really been that pathetic. And here she thought she couldn't possibly feel any worse. Every time she turned around tonight, she was in the wrong.
Claiming she was sick and staying in bed for the foreseeable future was starting to look very appealing.
"Do I need anything? I need to go home," she said quietly. "I think I've embarrassed myself enough for one night."
Sigyn stood up, intending to cross to the bed to get her clothing. But a wave of dizziness had her sitting back down quickly, and harder than she intended to. The jolt up her spine to her head made her wince. "Or maybe I'll embarrass myself some more."