"Lady?" She nearly cut him off, clearly offended, and deeper than that, hurt. The cold heat of fear began to coagulate on the back of her ribs, burning her next breath. Despite his assurances that his head was fine- she knew it'd taken a hell of a lot more abuse than normal lately... the possibility that he'd actually broken was not something she could so easily dismiss. And the thought of it formed a black hole in her gut.
"Hansel-" She had her hands up, palms aimed at him out of pure defense, but she didn't move away. The look on her face screamed exactly who she thought was holding the basket of crazy, but it was more than that. She was growing desperate. "It's me- your sister. Don't let this place do this to you..."