Abasdarhon's Castle

Maylin could have thought about how much it hurt or even mentioned it, but it all happened so quickly that the beauty instinctively recovered and, ignoring the unpleasant sensations, smiled sweetly.
— It's okay, it happens! — she sang in a gentle voice. — I probably should have been more careful myself...
“Of course, you walk around without looking, you’ve become so inattentive!” — the witch snorted.
— But let's hope that I only got a minor bruise and won't need a healer's help,” Maylin added sheepishly, who was not entirely sure if everything was as good as she wanted it to seem.