Estelle kept her gaze focused on the ground, unable to look up and see the disappointment she knew was shining in the others eyes. She knew her split-second decision had been rash and she should have stopped and told Jacque about what was happening but she hadn't and now the others were mad at her. Her stomach clenched at the thought. She didn't like having the other angry at her, it made her feel ill. [color=violet][i]At least you were the only one that got hurt. It's better for you to be hurt than for others to suffer.[/i][/color] A small part of her whispered. As she stood there she felt a hand on her uninjured shoulder. She managed to quickly blink away to tears before she lifted her head. It was Fade and Senka, both of whom were telling her to come inside and sit down. She nodded silently however before she could take a step she felt someone kneel in front of her. She turned her gaze to Luna, listening quietly. After Luna finished Estelle nodded and turned towards the house, spreading her wings. She rose into the air but before she got far she wobbled. She blinked, frowning as the pain in her arm made itself known. She glanced at her shoulder and was shocked at the amount of blood there was. No wonder the others were so mad but it hadn't looked like this when she had seen it before! 

The sight of the blood made her feel slightly dizzy and her wings faltered slightly but she managed to catch herself before she fell. She never had been good with the sight of blood. She stubbornly kept heading for the house and when she landed on the porch her legs felt slightly wobbly but she ignored it and headed into the house, snagging her egg basket on the way. She stood on her tip toes to gently place the basket on the counter before heading to the bathroom. The light flicking on made her blink rapidly as her eyes adjusted to the light. She climbed up onto the counter and shrugged her shirt off, now dressed in her tank top she wore under the shirt and her shorts. Her eyes widened as she looked at her shoulder. The tattered remains of her shirt hadn't allowed the child to see the extent of her wound. What she had originally mistaken for just a few scratches was actually deep cuts that ran from the top of her shoulder down her arm a few inches. The wound was still bleeding and she felt her head spin slightly once again at the sight of the blood. She shook her head sharply and climbed down, grabbing a wash rag from the cupboard. She climbed back onto the sink and wet the rag under the faucet before gently beginning to wipe the blood from her shoulder.