The Lady before him had teardrops coursing down like jewels, seemingly hurt by Fisher's actions, and drops of blood also trickled from her fingers, staining the floor of Fisher's house.
"Renie, what's wrong with you? You've locked the room, oh, don't quarrel, isn't there anything that can't be settled calmly?"
Martha, outside the door, heard the noises from within and tried to open the door, but found it locked. Instead of continuing to attempt to open it, she simply knocked on it and spoke in an advising tone.
"I'm fine..."
Renie wiped her eyes. Fisher approached and grasped her injured left hand. She instinctively pulled away, but Fisher firmly caught her again.
"Don't move, let me bandage it first."
"Let go of me..."
