Offering another muffled 'thank you', Lyra sat down on the chair with a soft grunt, pain radiating up from her tailbone as the shock started to wear off, meeting the pain that was throbbing right in her face. Least her hands weren't shredded, she thought; least she could still walk on her feet without wanting to cry.
Least if there was anything lurking bout the nooks and crannies of this shop she already had her dangerous, faery-burning blood all over her hands.
That thought, though, sent a creeping, deeply unsettled feeling down her spine, re-awakening all those goosebumps. It was too unreal for how personal it was, she didn't even know how to go about thinking about it. But she didn't have to, right now; the hot smack of pain was enough to focus on.
"Ooof," she said, letting her bag slip off her shoulder, setting it on the floor behind the counter with her binder. "I'll try not to forget those..." she said, familiar enough with herself to know there was a chance she'd just wander out, later; no matter how important that binder was. "I think I'm alright?" She wondered out loud, giving her body a bit of a twist. "Nothin broken? I'll just try not to bleed on your, uh, everything."