At first, Stasya was too distracted by the searing in her eyes to hear the stranger enter. However, when she felt the hand on her head, panic surged through her, and she instinctively kicked out, digging her nails into the carpet as she frantically scrambled away. “Нет! Да отвали ты от меня, (NO! LEAVE ME ALONE,)” she screamed, blinking blearily and twisting her head around in a vain attempt to see her “attacker”. Gradually, blurry shapes began to resolve themselves into normal vision, and she gasped to see a pale haired girl laying a short distance away from her. “Ах ! I- я прошу прощения ! Я не знал, что ты a- Ты в порядке ? (Ah! I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were a- Are you alright?)” 

Rolling onto her knees, she crawled over to the girl, the black scales around her face melting into pale skin. “Мне очень жаль , что я не мог видеть , и вы меня напугали . Вы ранены? (I’m very sorry, I couldn’t see, and you startled me. Are you hurt?)”

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