silversnowfall | [59][voice]

[59][voice]

I trust much of the panic has settled by now.

There has been a Shift that displaced some of us from our homes this past evening. We should be prepared for the possibility that it will happen again tonight, but in light of the lack of serious injuries it seems the preparations for the festival, and our lives in general, may proceed.

Unless there are other complications from this Shift?

[[ooc: ...She's really not all that different, personality-wise, huh? Fun fact, when she married ~~Dist~~ Saphir he took her last name.]]

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...you want to see it?

[Mommy he doesn't care that you spent the first few years of his life dressing him, there are lines of privacy you don't don't cross!]

[...okay, he really just doesn't want her to see how bad the bruise is. Without thinking, he grips the edge of his shirt.]

[No privacy stands when one of her children is injured. ...Well, all right, there are certain things she would refer to Saphir instead. But if it's just his side there shouldn't be an issue.]

I do. [but she would never force him to show her, and he knows that. All she really wants is to judge if she needs to take him to a doctor today.]

[He knows she wouldn't, but she really wouldn't have to force him. He already lied about getting the injury and was caught, and lying about it's severity would only make him feel worse. It's not quite severe enough to require medical attention, but it is enough to give him a good deal of pain if he accidentally twists or bends.]

[He weighs this in his head before timidly lifting his shirt and showing part of the dark purple bruise on his right side, which spanned at least 5 inches. There were a few small bandaged scrapes around the area as well.]

[to her credit, she manages not to gasp at the sight of it, just barely. But that bruise is wider across than her hand. And it's been historically best to err on the side of caution regarding Ion's condition]

That must hurt. [takes his wrist, to free him of the obligation of holding up his shirt] You should go and get your shoes.

[He lets his shirt drop and frowns at the request, not moving. He knows she wants to take him to see a doctor, but if that happened, Dad would find out and then they'd both be worrying about him...!]

[He can't let that happen.]

It... it isn't as bad as it looks. [Gently, he tries to pull his hand back.] Mom, really, I'm fine.