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[OOM: Door in London Below]

Door stumbles in - through the bathroom door, this time. Blood coats the right side of her face, matting her hair and dripping onto her leather jacket.

Beneath the blood, she is pale and scared.

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Door!

*He runs to her, wand out, fairly pushing people aside to get to her.*

Darling, what happened?

"Tom." She manages a wavery smile, though she's even paler now that he's appeared.

"I just cut myself a bit. It looks far more serious than it is, I promise."

You cut yourself?

*He looks at her dubiously as he staunches the bleeding with a healing spell. There is a gash along her temple.*

On what?

"A nail or a sharp corner or something. I'm not entirely sure. I tripped," she explains calmly. A little too calmly, perhaps.

*He places his hands on either side of her head, moving it and checking for more injuries.*
Hold still.

*He casts another healing spell on the wound, sealing it further. He doesn't think to questions whether she's telling him the truth. He doesn't expect her to lie to him about such things.*

Does anything else hurt?

"I'm fine," she assures him. "Just a bit shaken up is all, really."

*He kisses her temple softly.*

I should think so. It's not like you to trip. Was your mind on worrisome matters?

Door grimaces a bit.

"I was hurrying home to put Ingress to bed. There must have been a loose cobblestone. Silly of me, really."

*He frowns a little. That doesn't sound like Door at all. She moves through the Underside with certainty, cobblestones or no.*

Where did you trip? I mean, where were you, exactly?

Door has to think fast. She'd been in a rather modern sewer with no sharp corners and certainly no cobblestones, and so there's a rather abnormal pause.

"You know that one odd alleyway near Blackfriars? I was there," she finally says.

But that's out of your way by... a lot. What on earth were you doing there?

*He's stroking her hair now. There's no scolding in his voice - only care and gentleness.*

"It felt like a shortcut tonight," she says, snuggling against his side.

Because the Underside does shift, from time to time, and Opening is not an exact science.

*He puts his arms around her, pulling her closer. That's a reasonable enough explanation. Still... he might be checking out that alleyway for himself. Fix some of those pesky cobblestones.*

Can I get you anything, love? Something to drink, maybe?

*He'll hail a waitrat. He's not moving from this spot.*

"Honestly, love, I think I'd like to go to bed," she says, telling the full truth for the first time in the conversation. "I'm a bit shaken up, and a little woozy, and Milliways isn't the easiest place to Open to."

No, of course not. I've a potion you can take at home to help the wooziness.

*He stands, taking her hands to help her up.*

Can you walk with my help or shall I carry you?

*What? He likes to hover.*

"I think I can remember how to walk," she says with a slight smile, but her arm is locked tightly through his, and she may be leaning on him just a little bit.

*She is, and he is already planning on pretty much being at her beck and call the rest of the evening. He's very happy to do so.*

If you get woozy, I'l catch you.

*He smiles down at her, patting her hand.*

"Mmm," she says, and while she really is quite capable of walking, one arm slides around his neck.

"Carry me?"

*He picks her up easily.*

There we are.

*He kisses her while he has her in his arms.*

Now, let's get you home. I'll take care of you, dear.

*And with that, he carries her back to the House of Arch.*

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