"Here, use this." Orson stretched his hand forward, considerately handing the downcast lady a clean tissue she could use to wipe off the blood stain that coated her fair finger. "You should be more careful when dealing with such objects, wipe the blood and make sure you apply some ointment to avoid irritation."
"Oh dear, is it deep?" Asked the concerned Elaine as Abbot reached to take the tissue from Orson so he could help his wife clean off the blood from her bleeding finger, and he shook his head in disappointment before getting on with the treatment.
Silent murmurs filled the dining as the servants hurried to go get the bandages and whatever was needed to attend to her wound. And with how easily the dining got disorganized due to Isabella's puny injury, one would think a serious accident had occurred.
