In The Most Awkward Of Situations

"Goodness gracious child" Meghan's voice waking me up from my rather restless slumber. I had drifted off to a dreamless sleep in the early hours of the morning after the paranoia had abated and my fatigued body had involuntary sent me to sleep.

I quickly set up straight wincing at the stinging pain at the site where I was sure I had broken a rib. Assessing the state I was in under the soft golden morning light I was still covered in grit, parts of my dress were scorched and discolored and not to mention the red color circling on of my wrists where I had gotten burned and I could only guess how my face looked like from Meghan's horrified expression.

"Do I look that bad, I had underestimated him" I said pulling myself up heading for the washing room.

"I wish you had gone about it a different way did you have to burn down the entire manor? People could have gotten hurt. You could have gotten hurt." Her voice faltering at the last sentence.