*Horus breaths hard, then slams the bed down a few times more just to make sure. He checks around for any trace, thinking that perhaps it's shapeshifted into something tiny and gotten away. He finds nothing and finally collapses onto the mattress, exhausted*
*Iris runs into the bedroom. Seeing Horus on the mattress, she fears the worst, screams and leaps upon him. He grunts in pain as she lands on his damaged ribs and she breathes a sigh of relief*
Iris: I feared the worst...
*Horus weakly wraps one arm around his wife*
Horus: No... I'm okay... I'll be needing some casts though...
*He winces and looks down at her, finally realizing something*
Horus:...We should probably get you some clothes...
*Iris snuggles tightly against him, relieved he's not dead or dying*
Iris: In a bit...
*She looks saddened as she realizes Hanna was right, and feels incredibly regretful for snapping at her. [i]"I shouldn't have done that... Said those things..."[/i] she thinks to herself. [i]"I'll have to go make things right...."[/i]*