( it doesn't-- nuala doesn't understand, at first. or, in fact, as it's happening and indeed afterwards, but there is a moment where she leans forward, puzzled, and then a moment later he's on his back and could be hurt and she's moving, fists hitching her skirts clear off the grass to hurry over without entirely thinking it through.
she has, by the time she reaches him (it doesn't take long), been able to put the obvious together enough to realize that he is extremely unlikely to have had such a bad reaction to her needlepoint. )
Please, Nuada, for me?
( --the slightly harried request that he throw off the glamour probably doesn't need to be fully stated to be clear, in context. )
Have you hurt yourself? I wish you'd sit up, let me look--
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she has, by the time she reaches him (it doesn't take long), been able to put the obvious together enough to realize that he is extremely unlikely to have had such a bad reaction to her needlepoint. )
Please, Nuada, for me?
( --the slightly harried request that he throw off the glamour probably doesn't need to be fully stated to be clear, in context. )
Have you hurt yourself? I wish you'd sit up, let me look--
( ... fussing. )