Blackfeather Woods [m] you don't want to hurt yourself by looking too closely

She understood, gods, she understood where this woman was coming from. But the scorn didn't help alleviate her worry; it added irritation into the mix instead, and Maegi flattened her ears, glaring at the patient. "This isn't my fault, okay?" she snapped. "This is because my friend decided to give you something to, oh, I don't even know. I don't know what's even going on. All I know is that you're here, and you shouldn't be, and I want to make sure that you feel better."

She turned fully, then, exposing the ruined side of her face -- all that exposed ivory. "Look, I've been taken to places against my will before, too," Maegi explained, her voice growing calmer. "And they hurt me. Do you think I would do the same thing to you?" Her bicolored eyes held a glint even in the darkness, especially the orange, the fiery legacy of Cicero.

"I want to help," Maegi said, her jaw set stubbornly. "I'm not leaving your side until you're well again."