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"I'll be fine. I'll be- Arghhhh." Tamriel seethed, clenching her teeth with a small shriek, one eye was partially exposed under the golden locks- the long lashes squeezed shut- "Lucky me the next event isn't for another three years-" her makeup was still flawless and unmarred. And then a small voice caught her attention. The boy. She tensed but couldn't move far. The eye opened and looked immediately to him, her despite her pain well maintained, "Good morning, Sweetie! Did you sleep alright? You look dapper today."

"She's fine, she's fine, look at her!"

Bure lifted his hand, the only remaining mark left of the wound a fading scar. It wasn't a real scar, only a layering that he 'painted.'

"As healthy as a horse, and as pretty to boot."

He sat on the floor next to Tamriel's chair, unsure of whether to move to the next wound in front of Devin.

"Calm down, Devin. I'm fine, just a little hurt. Bure is healing me up." Her voice was soothing honey, as long as the boy and pixie weren't panicked everything would be alright.
Her visible eye glimmered with warmth, "Sweetie, come sit at the table- come talk with me, tell me what you've been up to while I was away for two days." In this she hoped Bure would find the second message of it being okay for him to continue healing.

Tamriel nodded, very slowly sitting up straight- the process was slow and she could not hold back a pained gasp. Her well polished nails dug into the top of the table and she sat still. Ribs without a doubt were broken and bruised- it hurt to breathe, hurt to move, she could not suppress the tears which would well down her face. "I would be happy to read to you anytime you want, Sweetheart. I would love to see your turtle painting, would you go get it so I could see?"

Tamriel wiped the visible tears away and the contact made her grit her teeth in a smile so intense it was almost a blatant lie until she closed her mouth. The sensation made her pale, taking a slow breath to steady herself, "It's okay, Bure. One day they'll regret their actions." The comment was a promise, not a wish. One day she would be strong enough to wipe that client off the face of the planet, for now he would just have to enjoy the little bad luck she had left him with. She would bend over, pressing her head against her knees- the golden hair slowly turned blue as the fractured ring finally came back to life and mouth a silent scream. She didn't want to terrify the pixie or the boy- didn't want to cause a stir- but she did want to stay in this position for a while longer. Before Bure tried to get to her face.