"Perfect." Time to sit here and relax for a bit longer... time to argue about who is going to stand up to go get the pizza at the door, and have to talk to whomever is delivering it.

And then she cracks an eye open from where she's tossed her head back against the couch, and catches sight of one blackening fingernail on Clarisse's hand, and she sits up ram-rod straight. Takes another look, to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

It's not just the one finger! A bunch are swollen up, bruised to fuck and back, tender. It looks so painful. "Holy shit," she breathes, annoyed with herself for not catching it sooner, and worried, "The hell happened to you??"