He smiled when he saw the door, touching it in appreciation. It had to be some type of illusion, but it looked, even smelled, so real.
Her room was beautiful. He was so distracted by the charm of it he was completely blindsided by the next action.
He let out nearly a roar of pain, much more than should have been caused by the delicate girls' foot, but she'd stomped the folded over area and hit his second toe in the worst way. He leapt away from her, grabbing the bed as he hobbled backwards, tears beading at the corners of his eyes before he pushed them away, staring at her in horror as he rubbed his injured foot.
"What in hellfire?!" he gasped, but it was no good. He just couldn't rub it away. The odd running and then this... He turned away from her, almost ripping the shoe off where she could see, letting out a sharp breath of relief and then tenderly touching the foot. No breaks, that was good, but he knew there was a good chance of a bad bruise there. He tried to refold his foot without her seeing, but hissed in pain. No good, it just wasn't going to happen. He stared at the freakish appendage, only its shape given away by his sock, then turned and looked at Amy, heartbroken and ashamed that she'd see them so soon after they'd kissed.