[ The crashing sound makes Marianne look up from the boxing of her candles. Oh dear. ]
That's quite alright. It's my fault.
[ She answers, wringing her hands and looking equally sheepish. She ought be the one to take care of it. He shouldn't trouble himself. She winces as the second stack falls, though her immediate concern isn't for the items themselves... ]
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That's quite alright. It's my fault.
[ She answers, wringing her hands and looking equally sheepish. She ought be the one to take care of it. He shouldn't trouble himself. She winces as the second stack falls, though her immediate concern isn't for the items themselves... ]
Are you unhurt?