"It is not nothing." She was being as gentle as she could for the state of mind that she was in. "You're fucking bleeding. My brother has a huge bruise on his face and so do you." She sighed and looked down at the blood on her white shirt, muttering in Gaelic as she got up off his lap and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. Coming back into the living room she got back on his lap (still muttering in the other language mind you and used the wet rag to better clean off his face.