She hadn't counted on him rushing forward to look her over like that, grabbing her and -- well, at least he was holding her up, that was nice. She had been trying very hard not to whip herself up into a frenzy, because then neither her or Noah would have been able to get out, but now that she was home and -- and Patrick was yelling --
"I CAN COUNT TO TEN, PATRICK VANCE!" Lyssandra took a deep breath after her outburst and tried to catch his eyes with hers, "I'm fine! It's fine! I just need -- I need a bloody scouring charm, I think." Her voice grew quieter as she spoke and she realized that she really was here with Patrick.
Muddy limbs be damned, she wrapped her arms tightly around him and pushed her face into his neck, inhaling his scent.
"I'm fine."
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