"...Well caught, Blanche. Thank you."

The nature of the entrance meant the only place Madeleine could have ended up was in a tangle of tiger and Titanomachia. The only difference between now and the way in is that her body is pressed against the front of the woman who carried her here instead of the back. She tried to push herself up with the help of the couch so that she'd merely be straddling Machia instead of sharing entirely too much personal space, but her hand slipped and ended up in her hair. 

She tilted her head and stared as her fingers pushed through that tangled chestnut jellyfish of a mane. As she sat there she massaged it, with rather more aggression and thoroughness than the situation really called for, circling ever closer to the ears. And then she slipped free, and rolled over onto her back next to everyone, instead.

"Tomorrow. Fine. But don't you dare run away. Your treatments begin as soon as I have what I need."

She groaned as she swung her foot up into the air so she could fumble with her shoelaces. Everything was sore and exhausted, and she was starving. But she'd felt it snap in training. She needed to know. The shoe dropped onto her thigh and bounced off of her stomach, drawing a wince. Her sock had been white when she'd put it on for training; it was red now. She sucked in breath through her teeth and slowly peeled that layer off as well. Shattered toenails oozed but did not drip anything actively, and she let her foot drop back to the floor.

"Not the worst... that I've seen it. No cause for concern. What is tonight's training then, that was so important we had to rush straight here?"